Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

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

Nigga, ridin dirty for revenge
With my friends, I'm on a
to kill '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
with them slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and deals with my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the
Steady mobbin' flew from so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin by the sack
Watch my back, niggas
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
Sippin hennesy and chronic, I'm the for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name you name is on this one
Ridin dirty with my tru bitches so on a mission

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

Fiend, my reason to
my chopper right up the one way
Wishin we a dead end
So I could show how gun spray
Just one damn word, all I desire
So I could bend these niggas back like chicken
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my adrenalin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries
I the crusher, and buried 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 caught up and
Until there's left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what?
I ain't facin prison
Exercising my right to
Completed my mission,
By lettin the 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 really on (what's up )
crooked, we do it dirty, (we doing it!)
C-murder and (there they go!)
We dump the fifty round
and mobbin, til it's clean (make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I cream
five, made twenty five, six hummer size (nigga!)
Muthafuckas died, (nigga!) all in one (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, blew up in the
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the
(damn dog, go nigga!)
Bitches scream, (..? ..)
up next to the bodies, I was runnin
My head was blew off
I'm bustin (? ) (buck, buck, buck)
Hit the driver's side window, as they crash into a
(..? ..), with a few in the clip
Some for the driver, the
And the of the trigger men