Luyện nghe bài hát Rumors And War

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

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger just slipped up my finger tips, now anotha nigga
dead, 'cause tha 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. These and
we fuckin slug, yeah. Don't dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
tombstone was that slaya,
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 sick and ah ya nigga startin shit,
rumors and war, cannot
wit dem soldiaz

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them them box, this chamber, wit my glock
cop danger, hustla, just
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' serve ya. You takin that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm
that body to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, nigga 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 fuck wit tha SCT's, you can't fuck wit tha SCT's
This clique too mothafuckin strong, clique too mothafuckin strong
My niggaz be thuggin all year long. My be thuggin all year long
(repeat)

Straight foe destruction, clear dat 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
wanna bade your
casualty. So I stop, a breath on tha guage, 'cause 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 grave. And it's much too late, I can't be saved. I tried
to pray, so is the
way, deep in hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz,
infantry in, den we
come to ya, Lord ya into a trap, and snap that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that
gat, slack, them
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 mighty
Guages loaded, guages
Ghetto soldiaz, ghetto bound soldiaz
(repeat)

Credit hustlaz them tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to
them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay foe double clop it kill ya. Murda 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 this race on this, 180's dead and gone, through
this punk thug town, tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, wanna test Flesh Bone.
make all bow down grab 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 claim you contain, well
foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva 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. remember
souljah boys be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, back,
popin'em and be fold it,
foldin, you