Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Mail

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

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

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

I got a glock, seventeen better them
So, why should I trip, the clip, put the joint to my lip
Get the forty take a real 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 nigga's face
I heard the motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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

Get off my dick, nigga, get own motherfuckers
Steady mobbin' gaffle the motherfuckers 'cause my
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 like a new pair of and
Used to think the cops were so motherfuckin'
Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his

My homies motherfuckin' like a melon
Slavery is [Unverified] of convicted
So, dear Mr. 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 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,
shit, motherfucker, good shit
I think, I'm a jet drunk motherfuck
Ay, here, ay, I'm off this Liquorice Rainall, boy
You understand that ya? Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay here nigga, ay
What I you to do, boy, drop that ill shit

I'll make this gat sing motherfuckin' Mary J. Blige
And reminisce on havin' a nigga's last 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, put a buck in y'all
The motherfuckin' chucky dog
Comin' to with the trigger of the AK
Another real ass nigga the East Bay

For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your 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 a motherfucker going nutty
Bloaw, boaw, Po' bust a knowledge
Brown, notify his family, it, send his fingers home
'Cause the get major, put the [Unverified]
Number his pager

Bitch, fuck with me
I know a gang of niggas will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the of the pushers

It's the S P I C E ya, nigga, E-40
(Erick Sermon)
in to the curb and die
These motherfuckers understand this shit, boy

shit is so damn real, man
Ay, ninety-tre-four-five
Ay, I got one of

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

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