Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You you done fucked up?
You know you done 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, nigga ridin dirty for
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 I left 'em
When I creep, niggas
And ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with bangers and them hustlers
them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my tru niggas
Fiend had yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady mobbin' flew from 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 money by the
Watch my back, jack
Sweet revenge, attack up in my 'lac
Sippin and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, him so pistol playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on 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, rounds, with no love

Fiend, my to gunplay
Loadin my right up the one way
we facin a dead end
So I could how this gun spray
Just one word, that's all I desire
So I could bend niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to
(..? ..) get my goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no baby
I the crusher, and buried my (..? ..)
the dresser, fiend the trigga 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 of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until nothing left, boy
I some more niggas kept, what? what?
Cause I ain't prison
my right to exorcism
Completed my mission,
By lettin the land just
Cause they the reason my lil homie livin
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, saddam, nigga
(what's up there? ) cold cop
Now it's on (what's up fool? )
crooked, we do it dirty, (we doing it!)
C-murder and fiend (there go!)
We dump the fifty magazine
Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (make it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I cream
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer (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 body hit the
(damn dog, go nigga!)
scream, nigga (..? ..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was
My dog's head was off
I'm bustin (? ) (buck, buck, buck)
Hit the driver's side window, as they crash a pole
(..? ..), with a few left in the
for the driver, the passenger
And the rest of the men