Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Mail

Ah, it
Ah, y'all got your nigga in this motherfucker
I buzz, I put a step in kickin' it in the Fac house,
Ay, G-Nut, Spice,
Let 'em it

out the house, I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin' drop top drop, havin' a fun day
Kickin' it my niggas up on the block
Talkin' shit, 'Crooked Eye'

I got the fat head rush from the chocolate
I'm feelin' good, I kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit, is the main route
What the is my problem nigga?

I got a glock, seventeen better them
So, why should I trip, load the clip, put the to my lip
Get the motherfuckin' forty take a ass nigga hit

I'm sittin' on my gat thinkin', is cool
Some roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin', ay, you know this nigga's
I heard the bass

Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the
Musty dead and a catty bump, trump
Smellin' up the neighborhood, in the bushes
had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers

Yeah, I'm just a
Yeah, I'm just a
Yeah, I'm a hustler

Spice 1, you know hoes gonna go, boy
Look here, ay look,
They got schemes and scandals out there
When that is on, this here

Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be
As greasy as gravy in to maintain
So, society is a motherfucker, it?
Ay, 'bout those niggas on your dick nigga?
Ice spit shit about that shit, nigga

Get off my dick, nigga, get your own
Steady mobbin' gaffle the 'cause my jobbing
Shootin' up was my hobby
Stop the on two-eleven, I did a robbery

Shot the mothefucker, is that I'll be livin'
the motherfuckers like a new pair of Levi's and
Used to think the were so motherfuckin' friendly
Till they my cousin to a chair and broke his chin

My homies motherfuckin' head like a
is [Unverified] of convicted felon
So, dear Mr. of the motherfuckin' law
Rodney Kind don't need a trial, what was seen was was saw

You could the niggas up out the motherfuckin' ghetto
But you take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas
you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha?
Fuck you Mr. President, I I wanna gat ya

I need mo' mail the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the

I can't get enough, good,
Good shit, motherfucker, good
I think, I'm a little jet drunk
Ay, look here, ay, I'm off Liquorice Rainall, boy
You understand don't ya? Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay here nigga, ay
I want you to do, boy, drop that ill shit

I'll make this gat like motherfuckin' Mary J. Blige
And reminisce on havin' a nigga's last when he slowly die
Stang his ass in the chest with the
him in his thr-thr-throat, so he can't swallow

R-a-rat, t-a-tat put a buck in
The motherfuckin' six-foot dog
Comin' to with the trigger of the AK
Another ass nigga from the East Bay

For the niggas who kid yourself by your fuckin' death
Bloaw, bloaw, cap, we do it just that
Quick to put a motherfucker in his lap
Smokin' up a as I reminisce

Of bloody bags a motherfucker going nutty
Bloaw, boaw, Po' bust a route
Brown, his family, fuck it, send his fingers home
the shit get major, put the [Unverified]
Number upon his

Bitch, don't with me
I know a gang of niggas that will it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the

It's the S P I C E with ya, nigga,
(Erick Sermon)
Roll in to the and die
These motherfuckers don't understand shit, boy

This shit is so real, man
Ay, nineteen
Ay, I got one of

Mo' than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the
Mo' mail than the of the pushers

Mo' mail the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail the rest of the pushers
Mo' than the rest of the pushers