Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Money, Mo Murder, Mo Homicide

We than the Jews..
than the Irish..
you can run the fuckin country!
YOU could be the John D. Rockerfeller

"Nobody noticed us, gave a shit..
but the we get,
the more we're TAKING other people.."

Yo, in a mahogany, scenery
that was lightning and drops
I'm up in the basement cocaine spot like Bangkok
I'm blindfold, Vietnam type mind control torture
His accent sounds like the culture
Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me
Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic,
I reminded of my fast life ventures
and winters, til the flashlight enters

Yo Dunm, the sun set
connect get all the tech's
I'm vexed, nigga stall for sex
Lost respect, let's off his
My calibre, got me thinkin on a higher
See me I'm just as as ya
but you got no style in ya
I'm into bigger cheddar, G's and better,
Armani sweaters, plus crabs could never dead us

AZ (repeat 2X)

Mo money, mo murder, mo
You catch that body nigga, better have that
You know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
to them pearly white gates, (now) that suicide

Now government
Got you sippin in crystal
You fish you foul so you and took your fam witchu
I'm out to get you, guaranteed every hit you
Plus I'm on some too
Layin down witchu
Mafioso, the New York 90's era Sosa
AZ, you know my
Now my is out to ghost ya

Scent of a rose on the for real now
The stakes is up a a mil now
I to grab him with his shield down
walked in, they're crazy paid up
Sharp but up
Gators from Barbados, never nobody play those
Lay-Low's what they called him, his baldin
Sippin cappucino, on his silk suits, was scaldin
was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Isatollah
And on his arm he wore a priceless
Tobacco pipe smoker, Escobar life is over
the righteous nova
Bullets flew out his right
Corpse leavin a foul odor, The Volume 1 adjourned
it to a closure

So now rollin wit us,
co-defendents, no phony business
So know the difference - from solo
it's the styles ancient as scriptures
It's Latin Kings, Kufis, and White Jesters
us
Crime invades the minds of
Where it's black they can't see you
Godfather 3, for dead, in a cathedral

Now you're forced to
I got the mind of a from Princeton
Play your position, or soon be lost and missin
It's far from
My presence is like that of a
With ammunition puttin states submission
Street addiction, got me tied in thorough buroughs
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it's
Incognito, on the lee-low, Carlito
Cause we know, niggaz don't want us to see doe
You never know it might just be yo' you take yo' ride
to them pearly white gates, that suicide

2X

Homicide, mo
Mo suicide, mo homicide..

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{*untitled 1:18 song starts*}

alone, die alone.. {repeat 4X}

All alone in this
Who can life as ill as this?
My vision's blurred from mist
Gun sprays, trey's a portion of my crew in graves
Niggaz would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today
Intelligence, kept us all from state evidence
cause it's evident, world is controlled on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled coldness
Born to uphold this til I'm left dead oldness

Born alone, die alone.. 6X to fade}