Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in this
murda

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha ones and twos
Holla back you ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and tha nina'
In tha five Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red black madina's
crazy for genius

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And nigga that got shot nine times

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

done sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm fire from nines

Or maybe the cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some where off of

Y'all haven't yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we cock and
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe won't win without me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some bullshit like Jalen

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw shots niggas like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes tha thugs
Nigga Part Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac
Clutching tha beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

You ain't a 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no snitch
He y'all he ain't tha shit

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies in plastic
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit in this muthafucka
Rule it's
And we into tha club you punk niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

These niggas ain't for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a long
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this thug shit

Bitch ass niggas you what it is
Every time we touch tha booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you asses
Niggas better gracefully bow tha out nigga

Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick City
Yeah, let's get it