Luyện nghe bài hát Rumors And War

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

Boy tried to ride, he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my finger 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. Don't dig in, util we get tha that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
was that slaya, trick
ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't no one can save 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 crispy and you
earn, and you wit
cheese, but I'm sick and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm 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, that soldia, stoke ya, just a level doin 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 nigga crazy. Insane, see,
it's this nigga when I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, tha murderis games we play, them
live anotha day

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

foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em into forces, cold deform'em, then
distortin, set ah up foe
tha slaughter. We get allegiance, keep confusin, my recavity, try to duck and dodge, don't
ever bade your
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah be damned if I go back in that cave,
all, put ah slug on
my thug, put them coppaz on off in that grave. And it's much too late, I can't be saved. I tried
to pray, so is the
only way, deep in is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz,
movin in, den we
come to destroy ya, ya into a trap, and snap that 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 warriors
loaded, guages loaded
Ghetto bound soldiaz, ghetto bound
(repeat)

Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, down to
SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha
money, seven I'm bloody mo red rum, wet'em in ah 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 this race on this, 180's and gone, runnin through
this punk town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, tha fuck, they wanna test Flesh Bone.
Get'em all bow down grab it,
up fort, yeah crazed to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
when tha keep peepin tha creep up and make it, man. And if
you that you contain, well
stay foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, leave a gang ah Mo Thug
ass niggaz, stay to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it this
and I'm rollin. Always
souljah boys be two glocks foe tha war, cockin'em back,
popin'em and be fold it,
foldin, you