Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

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

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

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

(2x)

Watch out, I come
Battling motherfuckers till the of dawn
Homeboy, the alarm
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 with an ak
So any given day you want
Come and get some, you don't want

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

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

deee:
You see, I the ultimatum, disregard 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 other than the gang, it's the slang and
And us mobsters, while claming oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control coast
They be and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
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 hannibal of rap
A steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to

(2x)

Oh no...