Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You you done fucked up?
You you done fucked up, don't ya?
Nigga you fucked up.
We on a mission.
I'm dirty 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
I creep, niggas sleep
And they ain't restin til they up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the
Steady mobbin' from cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, money by the sack
Watch my back, niggas
Sweet revenge, counter up in my 'lac
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets no name nigga you name is on this one
Ridin with my tru bitches so nigga on a mission

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

Fiend, my reason to
Loadin my right up the one way
Wishin we a dead end
So I could show how gun spray
one damn word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these niggas back chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them get to pourin
(..? ..) get my goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries
I the crusher, and buried my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the trigga my
Gon ya, with a season to kill
And catch me celebratin across the
Loco, is the deal, let's put the gun
To the of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until nothing left, boy
I some more niggas kept, what? what?
Cause I facin prison
my right to exorcism
Completed my mission,
By the land just listen
Cause they the reason my lil ain't livin
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, saddam, nigga
(what's up ) cold cop killers
Now really 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 sure clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I cream
Fifteen five, twenty five, six hummer 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...)
the trigga on my nigga (not my nigga, damn!)
As the forty caliber shell, blew up in the
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his hit the ground
(damn dog, go nigga!)
scream, nigga (..? ..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was
My head was blew off
I'm hella (? ) (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 rest of the men