Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

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

Nigga, ridin dirty for revenge
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 I left 'em
When I creep, niggas
And they restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin with my tru niggas
Fiend had yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady mobbin' flew from cali so we put 'em up on the
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out bags
And hard, countin money by the sack
my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no nigga you name is on this one
Ridin dirty with my tru so nigga on a mission

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

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

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, alias saddam,
(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 the colonel, and the billy, cause I need cream
Fifteen five, twenty five, six hummer size (nigga!)
Muthafuckas died, (nigga!) all in one (they die!)

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