Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

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

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

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 east coast and
I'm the one they love to hate with a
I packs a blue steel, filled with 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 going deep, like mister, doing 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, tight, armageddon

(2x)

Watch out, here I
motherfuckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, the alarm
It's d-a to the z, the formula
And every that I know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and
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 bang for a we just don't 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, the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be
I hate fake take motherfuckers
I come up from the slums and I run,
No other than the gang, it's the and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while oscars
While most froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've known to choke
Like malone, be gone when the come
But i'ma stay off one, liable to off some
Ammunition, I handle one on one
Niggaz, come on, and get their (? ? ? ) done
I'm the cannibal, the lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things to change

(2x)

Oh no...