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

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

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

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

Yo Dunm, the sun set
Call connect get all the
I'm vexed, nigga stall for sex
Lost respect, off his neck
My calibre, got me on a higher algebra
See me I'm as foul as ya
but you ain't got no in ya
I'm into bigger cheddar, G's and better,
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 know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
to them pearly white gates, (now) that suicide

Now official
Got you sippin Cristal in
You fish you so you fell and took your fam witchu
I'm out to get you, every shell'll hit you
Plus I'm on some too
down whose-ever 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 is up a half a mil now
I tried to grab him with his down
Four in, they're crazy paid up
Sharp but up
Gators from Barbados, never nobody play those
Lay-Low's what they him, his head baldin
Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was
Laugh was vulgar, canvas of the Isatollah
And on his arm he wore a vulture
Tobacco pipe smoker, your life is over
the righteous nova
Bullets flew out his right
Corpse a foul odor, The Firm Volume 1 adjourned
Bring it to a

So now rollin wit us,
like co-defendents, no business
So know the - from supreme solo
the styles ancient as Moses scriptures
It's Kings, Black Kufis, and White Jesters
us
Crime the minds of youngsters
Where it's pitch they can't see you
Godfather 3, fallin for dead, in a

Now forced to listen
I got the mind of a grad from
Play your position, or you'll be lost and missin
It's far from
My presence is that of a christian
ammunition puttin states under submission
Street addiction, got me tied in thorough buroughs
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where mellow
Incognito, on the lee-low, like
Cause we know, niggaz really want us to see doe
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo'
to them pearly white gates, watch suicide

2X

Homicide, mo
Mo suicide, mo homicide..

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alone, die alone.. {repeat 4X}

All in this wilderness
Who can figure life as ill as
My vision's blurred from guerilla's
Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my in graves
Niggaz that would in ways unknown to these dudes today
Intelligence, us all away from state evidence
it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with
Born to uphold this til I'm left dead from

Born alone, die alone.. {repeat 6X to