Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Mail

Ah, it
Ah, y'all got your E-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz, I put a step in kickin' it in the Fac house,
Ay, G-Nut, Spice,
Let 'em it

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

I got the fat head rush from the Thai
I'm good, I wanna kick it and hang 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 real ass hit

I'm sittin' on my gat thinkin', shit is
niggaz roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin', ay, you this nigga's face
I heard the motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

My homies motherfuckin' head a melon
Slavery is of convicted felon
So, Mr. Officer of the motherfuckin' law
Rodney Kind don't need a trial, what was was what was saw

You could take the niggas up out the motherfuckin'
But you take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas
Can't you hear the voice of the niggas at cha?
Fuck you Mr. President, I think I gat ya

I need mo' mail than the rest of the
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 this Rainall, boy
You understand that don't ya? Huh, you it
Ay, ay look nigga, ay
What I you to do, boy, drop that ill shit

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

R-a-rat, t-a-tat put a in y'all
The motherfuckin' six-foot dog
Comin' to play the trigger of the AK
Another real ass from the East Bay

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

Of bloody body bags a motherfucker nutty
Bloaw, boaw, Po' a knowledge route
Brown, notify his family, fuck it, his fingers home
'Cause the get major, put the [Unverified]
Number his pager

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

It's the S P I C E with ya, nigga,
(Erick Sermon)
in to the curb and die
These motherfuckers understand this shit, boy

This is so damn 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 rest of the

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