Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Murda

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mr.Ouija, let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood, nigga, no
Me show 'em the Bone when I that chrome
Gotta haunt that

Folla me, roll, stroll East 1999
Gotta find row hoes
Nigga, if you up and all of a sudden
Nigga, you was off my hood?

I'm a thuggish nigga
So a, I have to kill ya so die
Popped off to the
Pick up my pump dump in the gutter pain

got ta fucked up bang
Taking no so fuck ya man
Claim my thang to slang them bodies
Kill 'em all, send hoes up in flames
insane to the brain

Hey, we slay who think we play
Nigga, me wid the gun
Machete be in rum
Running wid the gun, bucking
them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead

I'm near, 'em all, mo' murda, mo' murda
That's what Ouija
put one in ya head, bang
We to serve ya,
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo'
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo'

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

I die of murda, bloody mo' murda?
Living in the of the Heartless, coming up daily
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon'
So I'ma murda baby
Get 'em up wid me
See 'em on the corner and they them drugs

up shots out to the glock, glock
Eighty to the ten five
Them killas be them slugs
be fiending me daily
Me silence me gauge eruption
And I'm on a to destruction

And steady be and bodies be busting me
Killa with a buckshot, I'ma ya
Number one assassin's still the nigga
for my crime, niggas be down
Trying to to tha grind

Niggas is going insane, a shot to the brain
And man, so call it a
But be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm not a bit remorseful
My gauge just so forceful

So playa, when I'm in ya town
The nigga, me bucking 'em
And I'm giving up peace to the
and twelve gauge pumpstas

Drug 'em in mo' murda, me style, now
Put 'em on the ground, lay
Nigga check my thang the way we swang
When I'm to serve ya
Wid the cocked and it's ready to pop
Letting off shots, Layzie, be
Mo' murda, mo'

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Gotta kill, get 'em to run
get away from my shotgun
Leaving bodies fucked up
Pump, to the ground, better leave it alone
Nigga wanna die when wid
Mo Thug, nigga, we killed this

Now you catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my hang
What is it in me makes me
I gots ta murda ya?
You slip I'm high
my trigger and nigga, you die, soldier

Four killas we creeping and to hurt ya, mo' murda
Better that five five
I'm feeling killing, you dying tonight
You don't wanna hear that pop
the glock pop pop, don't stop

We all about mo'
on the trigger, Mo Thug let go
We straight from
back nigga ya bleeding
You wanna fuck wid Bone
that chrome now, nigga, ya gone

If you die, bye
See you in the gutter, let cry
Watch Mo Killas pump pump
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown,
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo'

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Eternally die, will I die of murda now?
East 99, me grind
And all that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone
And I rolling wid my
And all, ah my ruggish niggas, no lie

up bloody, mo' victims, get 'em, get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta,
Kill y'all, put 'em in the
Bodies shiver, fuck nigga

Hit 'em up inside, be blowing, I'm dumping
Remember me spray 'em, 'em, gauge 'em, laying 'em
All up off the coffin, ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to wid the twelve gauge eruptions
Creep out your seat, would ya we come to
Found out none of my niggas was

For the love of the murda, man, the murda
The but a bang bang bang
Can't to bump you, now pow, run 'em all off
St Clair stays, for the murda mo'
Oh, no, ho a thugsta, stroll

fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til out cold, they
You know, nigga, we can't be
We insane, when I put one to your temple
Mo' murda blow out ya brain

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

bloody murda
Come murda
bloody murda
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