Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

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

Nigga, ridin dirty for revenge
my friends, I'm on a caper
Ready to 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, my paper
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I 'em
When I creep, niggas
And they restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them
With them killers, smokin woo and deals with my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we it on the block
Steady flew from cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper
And hustlin hard, money by the sack
Watch my back, niggas
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 pistol playin to have it
Fuckin 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 dirty my tru thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no

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

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, saddam, nigga
(what's up ) cold cop killers
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 magazine
Locin and mobbin, til it's (make sure 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...)
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!)
Bitches scream, (..? ..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was
My dog's was blew 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