Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Mail

Ah, it
Ah, y'all got your nigga E-40 in 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 think it was a
was runnin' with drop top drop, havin' a fun day
Kickin' it my niggas up on the block
shit, drinkin' 'Crooked Eye'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My homies head like a melon
Slavery is [Unverified] of convicted
So, dear Mr. of the motherfuckin' law
Rodney Kind need a trial, what was seen was what was saw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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