Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You know you fucked up?
You know you fucked up, don't ya?
Nigga you really 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 for revenge
With my friends, I'm on a
to kill 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, my paper
I'm a rider, so I 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, sleep
And they ain't restin til deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with 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 from so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and bags
riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
And hard, countin money by the sack
Watch my back, jack
Sweet revenge, 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 nigga you name is on this one
Ridin dirty my tru bitches so nigga on a mission

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

Fiend, my to gunplay
Loadin my right up the one way
Wishin we facin a end
So I could how this gun spray
one damn word, that's all I desire
So I could these niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, when them bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my adrenalin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries
I severed the crusher, and my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the trigga my
Gon ya, with a season to kill
And catch me 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
Exercising my right to
Completed my mission,
By lettin the just listen
they the reason my lil homie ain't livin
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, alias saddam,
(what's up ) cold cop killers
Now really on (what's up fool? )
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (we it!)
C-murder and (there they 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, I need cream
Fifteen five, twenty five, six hummer size (nigga!)
Muthafuckas died, (nigga!) all in one (they die!)

mobbin' 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 caliber 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 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 into a
(..? ..), a few left in the clip
Some for the driver, the
And the of the trigger men