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
through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherfucker's
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, we're packing
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause blasting
See, the gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting

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

Glocks are off like turbo
Step my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money lyrically in motion
to whip a (? ? ? ), the east side coast and
I'm the one they love to with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, it
Mc's get with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I ya
Style is proper, my of rapping
I'm a rap while you say "why, what's happening? "
My mind is going deep, like money mister, all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball,
It's critical, I'm thinking of a
Come out your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight,

(2x)

Watch out, here I
Battling motherfuckers till the break of
Homeboy, ring the
It's d-a to the z, the formula
And nigga that I know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz come out and play
Busting on niggaz 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 don't know
Now it's time to serve y'all ass niggaz on an open platter
Yeah,

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

Tray
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be
I fake take away motherfuckers
I up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, it's the and prosper
And us mobsters, while claming oscars
most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to
Like malone, be when the playoffs come
But i'ma stay off one, to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle one on one
Niggaz, on, come and get their (? ? ? ) done
I'm the cannibal, the hannibal of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, to maintain
We're the in the game, and things ain't to change

(2x)

Oh no...