Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You you done fucked up?
You know you done 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 rounds on my adversaries.

Nigga, nigga ridin for revenge
With my friends, I'm on a
Ready to 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, hold my
I'm a rider, so I 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, 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 deals with my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we it on the block
Steady mobbin' flew cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper
And hustlin hard, countin by the sack
Watch my back, jack
revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on one
Ridin dirty with my tru so nigga on a mission

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

Fiend, my reason to
Loadin my right up the one way
Wishin we facin a end
So I show how this gun spray
Just one damn word, that's all I
So I could bend these niggas back like wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to
(..? ..) get my adrenalin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries
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, is the deal, let's put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got up and blast
Until there's left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what?
I ain't facin prison
Exercising my to exorcism
Completed my mission,
By lettin the land just
Cause they the my lil homie ain't livin
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, saddam, nigga
(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 dump the fifty round
Locin and mobbin, til 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!)
Muthafuckas died, (nigga!) all in one (they die!)

[steady mobbin' 2] (a lot of these lines are 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 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
(..? ..), a few left in the clip
for the driver, the passenger
And the rest of the men