Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Mail

Ah, it
Ah, y'all got your nigga in this motherfucker
I buzz, I put a in kickin' it in the Fac house, motherfucker
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 with my niggas up on the
shit, drinkin' 'Crooked Eye'

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

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

I'm sittin' on my gat thinkin', is cool
Some niggaz roll up in an old
I ain't trippin', ay, you know this face
I the motherfuckin' bass

Of a sawed off shotgun, on the pump
Musty bodies and a catty bump, trump
Smellin' up the neighborhood, lyin' in the
Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the

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

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

fan, the motherfucker gotta be about
As greasy as gravy in order to
So, is a motherfucker, ain't it?
Ay, whatta 'bout niggas on your dick nigga?
Ice spit some shit that shit, nigga

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

the mothefucker, is grenades that I'll be livin'
Lowin' the motherfuckers a new pair of Levi's and
to think the cops were so motherfuckin' friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a and broke his chin

My homies motherfuckin' head like a
Slavery is [Unverified] of convicted
So, dear Mr. Officer of the 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 can't take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin'
Can't you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at
you Mr. President, I think 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,
shit, motherfucker, good shit
I think, I'm a little jet motherfuck
Ay, look here, ay, I'm off Liquorice Rainall, boy
You that don't ya? Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look nigga, ay
What I want you to do, boy, drop ill shit

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

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

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

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

Bitch, fuck with me
I know a of niggas that will shoot 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)
in to the curb and die
These motherfuckers don't this shit, boy

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

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