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 it in the Fac house, motherfucker
Ay, G-Nut, Spice,
Let 'em it

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

I got the fat rush from the chocolate Thai
I'm feelin' good, I wanna 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 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 this nigga's face
I heard the motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

Shot the mothefucker, is grenades I'll be livin'
Lowin' the motherfuckers like a new pair of and
Used to the cops were so motherfuckin' friendly
Till tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin

My homies motherfuckin' head a melon
Slavery is [Unverified] of convicted
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 ghetto
But you can't take the 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 than the of the pushers
Mo' mail the rest of the piles

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

I'll this gat sing like motherfuckin' Mary J. Blige
And on havin' a nigga's 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, put a buck in y'all
The motherfuckin' six-foot dog
to play with the trigger of the AK
Another ass nigga from the East Bay

For the who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw, bloaw, cap, we do it like that
Quick to put a motherfucker 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, fuck it, send his home
the shit get major, put the [Unverified]
Number his pager

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

the S P I C E with ya, nigga, E-40
(Erick Sermon)
Roll in to the and die
motherfuckers don't understand this shit, boy

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

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

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