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 that Clair side, foe that late (rumors and war)
cannot fuck 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 had me in tha red, but I be damned if tha mud is bud, it's thug,
yeah. warriors and
rebels we fuckin slug, yeah. dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
was that slaya, trick
ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. think 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,
and war, just cannot
fuck wit dem

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them slippin box, this chamber, wit my glock
cop danger, this hustla,
give it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a doin homocide and
murda, that's tha way Mo Thugs gon' serve ya. You takin 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 chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
soldiaz live day

hello, infantry. Hello hello, infantry
Nigga fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's
This clique too mothafuckin strong, this clique too strong
My niggaz be thuggin all long. My niggaz be thuggin all year long
(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 duck and dodge,
ever wanna your
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah nigga be if I go back in that cave,
all, put ah slug on
my thug, gotta put 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 hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and soldiaz,
infantry in, den we
come to destroy ya, Lord ya a trap, and snap that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that
gat, slack, them
skoes, them crack, and'em in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it back

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

Credit hustlaz bouncin tha top, and I'm chin 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 bloody mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck
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, through
punk thug town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, they test Flesh Bone.
Get'em all bow down grab it,
givin up fort, yeah crazed to tha (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
when tha peepa keep peepin tha creep up and it, man. And if
you claim you contain, well
stay foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva leave a gang ah Mo
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 be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, cockin'em back,
popin'em and be fold it,
foldin, you