Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no! murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder...

Come and blast dat nigga daz and act
Coming through, murdering who claim to be hard
Pulling motherfucker's cords
Me, we're going back for you to say
Prepare for battle, the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and at
I'm in long beach, where the gangbangers at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause blasting
See, we're the gang, just to maintain
on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em for twelve figures
Money, dope, and bitches, to getting richer

(2x):
Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed
on you, the way I feel tonight
Niggaz better you guns

Glocks are off like turbo
into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters in motion
About to whip a (? ? ? ), the side coast and
I'm the one love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled skilled raps, blast it
Mc's get with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my of rapping
I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's "
My mind is deep, like money mister, doing all
You see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm thinking of a
Come out with shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight,

(2x)

Watch out, I come
motherfuckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the
It's d-a to the z, dropping the
And every that I know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz come out and play
Busting on niggaz an ak
So any given day you some
Come and get some, you don't want

Why do we
Why do we bang for a living? we just don't
Now it's time to serve y'all bitches ass niggaz on an platter
Yeah,

Fool, what nigga, you know got your ass laying down?

deee:
You see, I take the ultimatum, the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be
I hate take away motherfuckers
I up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
No than the gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, claming oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've known to choke
Like malone, be gone when the playoffs
But i'ma stay off one, liable to off some
Ammunition, I handle one on one
Niggaz, on, come and get their (? ? ? ) done
I'm the cannibal, the lector of rap
A steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to
the kings in the game, and things ain't to change

(2x)

Oh no...