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 runnin' with top drop, havin' a fun day
Kickin' it with my up on the block
shit, drinkin' 'Crooked Eye'

I got the fat head rush from the chocolate
I'm feelin' good, I wanna 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', shit is
Some niggaz roll up in an old
I ain't trippin', ay, you this nigga's face
I the motherfuckin' bass

Of a off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty bump,
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,
They got and scandals out there right?
that funk is on, this here

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

Get off my dick, nigga, get own motherfuckers
mobbin' gaffle 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 I'll be
the motherfuckers like a new pair of Levi's and
Used to think the were so motherfuckin' friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a and broke his chin

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

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

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

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 want you to do, boy, drop that ill

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

R-a-rat, t-a-tat put a in y'all
The six-foot chucky dog
Comin' to play with the of the AK
Another real ass nigga 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 brains in his lap
Smokin' up a blunt as I

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

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

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

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

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