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 fuck wit them soldiaz
(repeat)

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my finger tips, now nigga
dead, 'cause tha speak foe
itself, it must not be said, tha nigga had me in tha red, but I be damned if tha mud is bud, thug,
yeah. These and
rebels we fuckin slug, yeah. Don't dig in, util we get tha snitches 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 sick and tired ah ya startin shit,
rumors and war, cannot
fuck wit dem

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, slippin them 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' 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 nigga when I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
live anotha day

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

Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe torch'em 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 bade
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah 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 it's much too late, I can't be saved. I
to pray, so is the
only way, in hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz,
infantry in, den we
come to destroy ya, Lord ya into a trap, and 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 mighty
loaded, guages loaded
Ghetto soldiaz, ghetto bound soldiaz
(repeat)

Credit hustlaz bouncin tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to
them SCT's, 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 battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck
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 thug town, tha
bullets, get ya down, tha fuck, they wanna test Flesh Bone.
Get'em all bow down grab it,
givin up fort, yeah 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 nuts hang, neva 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 glocks foe tha war, back,
and bitches be fold it,
foldin, you