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

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

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

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

Yo Dunm, the sun set
Call connect get all the
I'm vexed, this nigga for sex
Lost respect, let's off his
My calibre, got me thinkin on a algebra
See me I'm as foul as ya
but you got no style in ya
I'm into cheddar, G's and better, Armarett-ah's
Armani sweaters, plus these could never dead us

AZ (repeat 2X)

Mo money, mo murder, mo
You catch that nigga, better have that alibi
You never know it might be yo' time you take yo' ride
to them pearly white gates, (now) that suicide

Now government
Got you Cristal in crystal
You fish you foul so you fell and your fam witchu
I'm out to get you, every shell'll hit you
Plus I'm on some too
Layin whose-ever witchu
Mafioso, the New City 90's era Sosa
AZ, you my culture
Now my wolves is out to ya

Scent of a rose on the for real now
The is up a half a mil now
I to grab him with his shield down
Four walked in, they're crazy up
but straight up
Gators from Barbados, never seen play those
Lay-Low's what called him, his head baldin
Sippin cappucino, spilled on his suits, was scaldin
Laugh was vulgar, canvas of the Isatollah
And on his arm he wore a priceless
Tobacco smoker, Escobar your life is over
the righteous nova
Bullets out his right shoulder
Corpse a foul odor, The Firm Volume 1 adjourned
Bring it to a

So now rollin wit us,
co-defendents, no phony business
So know the difference - from supreme
the styles ancient as Moses scriptures
It's Kings, Black Kufis, and White Jesters
us
Crime invades the minds of
Where it's pitch black they see you
Godfather 3, fallin for dead, in a

Now you're forced to
I got the mind of a grad from
Play position, or soon you'll be lost and missin
far from fiction
My presence is like of a christian
With puttin states under submission
addiction, got me tied in thorough with buroughs
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where mellow
Incognito, on the lee-low, like
Cause we know, niggaz don't really us to see doe
You never it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
to them white gates, watch that suicide

2X

Homicide, mo
Mo suicide, mo homicide..

{*music
1:18 length song starts*}

Born alone, die alone.. 4X}

All alone in this
Who can figure 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, us all away from state evidence
cause it's evident, this world is on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with
Born to uphold this til I'm dead from oldness

alone, die alone.. {repeat 6X to fade}