Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

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

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

Glocks are popping off turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to yo shit
busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (? ? ? ), the east side and
I'm the one love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, it
get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a when I drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of
I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's "
My is going deep, like money mister, doing all
You couldn't see me a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm of a masterplan
Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling conditions
Listen, money on a dirt
to the night, beating tight, armageddon

(2x)

Watch out, I come
Battling motherfuckers the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the
It's d-a to the z, the formula
And every nigga that I know in
Dat nigga daz will out and play
on niggaz with an ak
So any given day you want
Come and get some, you don't none

Why do we
Why do we bang for a living? we just know
Now it's time to y'all bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
Yeah,

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

deee:
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the
I'm to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate take away motherfuckers
I come up from the and I run, motherfuckers
No other the gang, it's the slang and prosper
And us mobsters, while claming oscars
While most froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to
Like malone, be gone when the playoffs
But i'ma stay off one, to spray off some
Ammunition, I missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, and get their (? ? ? ) done
I'm the cannibal, the lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and gets a
We're the gang, and mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to

(2x)

Oh no...