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 ridin with my tru muthafuckas.
Fiend, steady mobbin', c-murder in bitch.
is a must.
Dumpin rounds on my adversaries.

Nigga, ridin dirty 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
I creep, niggas sleep
And they ain't restin til they deep up in the
Jungle with slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, woo and makin deals with 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 matter week, keys out paper bags
And hard, countin money by the sack
my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
Sippin and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, him so pistol playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on one
Ridin dirty with my tru bitches so nigga on a

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

Fiend, my to gunplay
Loadin my chopper up the one way
we facin a dead end
So I show how this gun spray
Just one damn word, that's all I
So I bend these niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them get to pourin
(..? ..) get my goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no baby
I severed the crusher, and my (..? ..)
the dresser, fiend the trigga my lesser
Gon test ya, with a season to
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 ain't facin
Exercising my right to
Completed my mission,
By the land just listen
Cause they the my lil homie ain't livin
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, alias saddam,
(what's up there? ) cold cop
Now it's on (what's up fool? )
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (we it!)
and fiend (there they go!)
We dump the fifty round
Locin and mobbin, til clean (make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I cream
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer (nigga!)
died, (nigga!) all in one night (they die!)

[steady mobbin' 2] (a lot of these lines are by screams,
Gunshots, etc. to understand...)
Pulled the trigga on my (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 to the bodies, I was runnin
My dog's was blew off
I'm bustin (? ) (buck, buck, buck)
Hit the driver's side window, as crash into a pole
(..? ..), with a few in the clip
for the driver, the passenger
And the of the trigger men