Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You know you fucked up?
You know you done fucked up, ya?
Nigga you fucked up.
We on a mission.
I'm ridin dirty my tru muthafuckas.
Fiend, mobbin', c-murder 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, hold my
I'm a rider, so I 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, niggas
And they ain't restin til they up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them
With them killers, smokin woo and makin with my tru niggas
Fiend had yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady mobbin' flew from cali so we put 'em up on the
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and bags
Raisin riches no week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin by the sack
my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for magic
Rollin the window, nigga, him so pistol playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets 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, dirty with my tru thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no

Fiend, my reason to
my chopper right up the one way
Wishin we facin a end
So I could show how this gun
Just one word, that's all I desire
So I could bend niggas back like chicken wire
fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my adrenalin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no baby
I the crusher, and buried my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the trigga my
Gon test ya, a season to kill
And me celebratin across the battlefield
Loco, this is the deal, put the gun
To the of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until there's left, boy
I thought some niggas kept, what? what?
Cause I ain't prison
my right to exorcism
Completed my mission,
By lettin the just listen
Cause they the reason my lil ain't livin
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, alias saddam,
(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 round magazine
Locin and mobbin, til clean (make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I cream
Fifteen five, made five, six hummer size (nigga!)
died, (nigga!) all in one night (they die!)

[steady mobbin' 2] (a lot of lines are overlapped by screams,
Gunshots, etc. to understand...)
Pulled the 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 to the bodies, I was runnin
My head 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
Some for the driver, the
And the of the trigger men