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 daz and act rude
through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling motherfucker's cords
Me, we're going back for you to say
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay
Knowing 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 just wanna get killed
Tripping on you, the way I feel
Niggaz better pack you

Glocks are popping off like
Step my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (? ? ? ), the side coast and
I'm the one they to hate with a passion
I a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking 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 of a masterplan
Come out with your man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, money on a dirt
to the night, beating tight, armageddon

(2x)

Watch out, I come
Battling motherfuckers till the of dawn
Homeboy, the alarm
It's d-a to the z, the formula
And every nigga that I in californ-i-a
Dat daz will come out and play
Busting on with an ak
So any day you want some
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 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, disregard the
I'm hard to outrun, and be outdone
I hate fake take motherfuckers
I up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, it's the and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while oscars
While most niggaz froze, control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to
malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But i'ma off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle one on one
Niggaz, on, come and get their (? ? ? ) done
I'm the cannibal, the lector of rap
A nigga up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to
We're the kings in the game, and ain't to change

(2x)

Oh no...