Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

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

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

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

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

x 4

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

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