Luyện nghe bài hát Rumors And War

Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe infantry
If I lay me down to sleep, I'd die foe SCT
Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe that late (rumors and war)
Just cannot wit them soldiaz
(repeat)

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

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, soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a level doin homocide and
murda, that's tha way Mo Thugs gon' ya. You takin that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm sendin
body to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, 'cause nigga them crazy. Insane, see,
it's this nigga I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
live anotha day

Hello hello, infantry. Hello hello,
Nigga can't wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's
This clique too mothafuckin strong, 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 into forces, cold deform'em, then
distortin, set ah up foe
tha slaughter. We get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to duck and dodge,
ever wanna your
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah nigga be damned if I go back in cave,
pump'em all, put ah on
my thug, gotta put them coppaz on off in that grave. And it's much too late, I 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,
movin in, den we
come to destroy ya, Lord ya into a trap, and snap back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that
gat, slack, them
skoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now I'm it back

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

Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to
them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha
money, seven I'm mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot
blows, you choose, wit ah 44 magnum and it was at you.
in tha mash, foe safety,
betch you this race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin
this thug town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, tha fuck, they wanna test Flesh Bone.
Get'em make all bow down it,
givin up fort, yeah to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
when tha peepa peepin tha creep 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, stay to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, hata, pap pap in it this life
and I'm rollin. Always
souljah boys be two glocks foe tha war, cockin'em back,
popin'em and bitches be it,
foldin, you