Luyện nghe bài hát Rumors And War

Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that
If I lay me to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT
Mo Murda's jumpin on Clair side, foe that late night (rumors and war)
Just fuck wit them soldiaz
(repeat)

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my tips, now anotha nigga
dead, 'cause tha 'lair foe
itself, it must not be said, tha had me in tha red, but I be damned if tha mud is bud, it's thug,
yeah. These and
rebels we fuckin slug, yeah. dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
tombstone was slaya, trick
ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't think no one can ya, tha Yard's ready to grave ya, snap.
Ripple, den I his
ass, tha who ins concerned, tha lesson to be learned. You get burned, to a clean and you
earn, and you wit
cheese, but I'm sick and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm sick and tired ah ya startin shit,
rumors and war, just
wit dem soldiaz

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them slippin them box, this chamber, wit my
cop danger, this hustla,
give it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a level homocide and
murda, that's tha way Mo Thugs serve ya. You takin that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm sendin
that body to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, 'cause them crazy. Insane, see,
it's this nigga when I'm havin chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
soldiaz anotha day

Hello hello, infantry. hello, infantry
Nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga fuck wit tha SCT's
This too mothafuckin strong, this clique too mothafuckin strong
My niggaz be thuggin all year long. My niggaz be thuggin all year
(repeat)

Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em forces, cold deform'em, then
distortin, set ah up foe
tha slaughter. We get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to and dodge, don't
ever wanna your
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, ah nigga be damned if I go back in that cave,
pump'em all, put ah on
my thug, gotta put them coppaz on off in that grave. And much too late, I can't be saved. I tried
to pray, so is the
only way, deep in hell is I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz,
infantry in, den we
come to destroy ya, ya into a trap, and snap that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that
gat, don't slack,
skoes, crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it back

We are Mo thug, we are Mo
Mighty mighty warriors, mighty warriors
Guages loaded, loaded
Ghetto bound soldiaz, ghetto soldiaz
(repeat)

Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin to
them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double clop it kill ya. plot foe tha
money, seven I'm bloody mo red rum, in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot
blows, you choose, wit ah 44 and it was laughin at you.
in tha mash, foe safety,
betch you race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin through
this punk town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, wanna test Flesh Bone.
Get'em all bow down grab it,
givin up fort, crazed to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
when tha peepa keep peepin tha up and make it, man. And if
you that you contain, well
stay foe yo shit, let yo hang, neva leave a gang ah Mo Thug
ass niggaz, true to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, hata, pap pap in it this life
and I'm rollin. Always
souljah boys be pimpin two foe tha war, cockin'em back,
and bitches be fold it,
foldin, you