Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You know you fucked 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', 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
alarm, hold my paper
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I 'em
I creep, niggas sleep
And they ain't til they 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' flew cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and bags
Raisin no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin money by the
Watch my back, niggas
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on one
Ridin dirty with my tru bitches so on a mission

(lines echo in background) x 4
In on a mission, ridin dirty my tru thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, no love

Fiend, my reason to
my chopper right up the one way
Wishin we facin a end
So I could how this gun spray
Just one damn word, all I desire
So I could bend these back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them get to pourin
(..? ..) get my adrenalin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no baby
I the crusher, and buried my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the trigga my
Gon test ya, with a season to
And me celebratin across the battlefield
Loco, is the deal, let's put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got caught up and
Until there's left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what?
Cause I facin prison
my right to exorcism
Completed my mission,
By the land just listen
Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't
So, we on a

x 4

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

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