Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You know you done up?
You know you fucked up, don't ya?
Nigga you really up.
We on a mission.
I'm ridin with my tru muthafuckas.
Fiend, steady mobbin', in this bitch.
is a must.
Dumpin on my muthafuckin adversaries.

Nigga, ridin dirty for revenge
With my friends, I'm on a
Ready to 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, my paper
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I 'em
When I creep, sleep
And they ain't restin til deep up in the concrete
Jungle with slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my tru
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the
Steady mobbin' from cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out bags
And hustlin hard, countin by the sack
my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter up in my 'lac
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you is on this one
dirty with my tru bitches so nigga on a mission

[chorus:] (lines in background) x 4
In on a mission, dirty with my tru thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, no love

Fiend, my to gunplay
Loadin my chopper up the one way
Wishin we a dead end
So I could show how gun spray
Just one damn word, that's all I
So I bend these niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, when them bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries
I severed the crusher, and my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the my lesser
Gon test ya, a season to kill
And catch me across the battlefield
Loco, this is the deal, put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got caught up and
Until nothing left, boy
I thought some more kept, what? what?
Cause I ain't prison
Exercising my right to
Completed my mission,
By lettin the just listen
Cause they the reason my lil ain't livin
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, alias saddam,
(what's up there? ) cold cop
Now really on (what's up fool? )
crooked, we do it dirty, (we doing it!)
C-murder and fiend (there go!)
We dump the fifty magazine
and mobbin, til it's clean (make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I cream
Fifteen five, twenty five, six hummer size (nigga!)
died, (nigga!) all in one night (they die!)

[steady mobbin' 2] (a lot of these are overlapped by screams,
Gunshots, etc. to understand...)
the trigga on my nigga (not my nigga, damn!)
As the caliber shell, blew up in the neck
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his hit the ground
(damn dog, go nigga!)
Bitches scream, (..? ..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was
My head was blew off
I'm bustin (? ) (buck, buck, buck)
Hit the driver's window, as they crash into a pole
(..? ..), with a few in the clip
for the driver, the passenger
And the of the trigger men