Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You know you fucked up?
You know you done up, don't ya?
you really fucked 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, ridin dirty for revenge
my friends, I'm on a caper
Ready to 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, hold my
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em I left 'em
When I creep, niggas
And ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the
mobbin' flew from cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and bags
Raisin riches no week, servin keys out paper bags
And hard, countin money by the sack
Watch my back, niggas
Sweet revenge, attack up in my 'lac
hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin to have it
Fuckin bullets no name nigga you name is on this one
Ridin with my tru bitches so nigga on a mission

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

Fiend, my to gunplay
Loadin my right up the one way
Wishin we a dead end
So I could show how this gun
Just one word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these niggas back chicken wire
fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my adrenalin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no baby
I severed the crusher, and my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the trigga my
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
there's nothing left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what?
I ain't facin prison
Exercising my right to
my mission, huh?
By lettin the land 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 (there they go!)
We the fifty round magazine
Locin and mobbin, til clean (make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six size (nigga!)
died, (nigga!) all in one night (they die!)

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