Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Mail

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

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

I got a glock, better gobble them
So, why should I trip, load the clip, put the to my lip
Get the forty take a real ass nigga hit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shot the mothefucker, is grenades that I'll be
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 broke his

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 niggas up out the ghetto
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 think I gat ya

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

I get enough, good, good
Good shit, motherfucker, good
I think, I'm a little jet motherfuck
Ay, look here, ay, I'm off Liquorice 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 this gat sing like motherfuckin' Mary J.
And reminisce on havin' a nigga's last breath when he 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 buck in
The motherfuckin' six-foot dog
to play with the trigger of the AK
Another real ass nigga from the Bay

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

Of bloody body bags a going nutty
Bloaw, boaw, Po' bust a route
Brown, notify his family, it, send his fingers home
the shit get major, put the [Unverified]
Number his pager

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

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

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

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

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Mo' mail than the rest of the
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