Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

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

Nigga, nigga ridin dirty for
With my friends, I'm on a
Ready to 'em, if I see 'em
alarm, hold my paper
I'm a rider, so I 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, niggas
And they restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle them slangers, with them 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 and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, keys out paper bags
And hard, countin money by the sack
Watch my back, niggas
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for magic
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 my tru bitches so nigga on a mission

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

Fiend, my reason to
Loadin my chopper 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 chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no baby
I the crusher, and buried my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the my lesser
Gon ya, with a season to kill
And catch me celebratin 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 thought some more kept, what? what?
I ain't facin prison
Exercising my to exorcism
Completed my mission,
By lettin the just listen
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 really on (what's up fool? )
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (we it!)
C-murder and fiend (there go!)
We the fifty round magazine
Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (make it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need
Fifteen five, made five, six hummer size (nigga!)
died, (nigga!) all in one night (they die!)

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