Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My more than extraordinary
And nigga that got shot nine times

Can ya that I don't 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

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

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

haven't heard 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

It's Murda,
Fatal nigga
It's Murda,

these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe won't win without me
Yo, I'm small 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 winter I can't tell it's
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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 wanksta
He confusin' he ain't tha shit

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you niggas walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

These niggas ain't ready for this gangsta shit here
We been doing shit for a long time
niggas got the streets confused nigga
We been on this gangsta shit

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

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