Luyện nghe bài hát Rumors And War

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

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my finger tips, now anotha
dead, 'cause tha 'lair foe
itself, it not be said, tha nigga 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 to lay ya. Don't think no one can save ya, tha Yard's ready to grave ya, snap.
Ripple, den I his
ass, tha who ins concerned, tha to be learned. You get burned, to a crispy clean 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, just
wit dem soldiaz

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha pop slugs, them slippin 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 that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm sendin
that body to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, nigga them crazy. Insane, see,
it's this when I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
soldiaz anotha day

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

Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em into forces, cold deform'em,
distortin, set ah up foe
tha slaughter. We get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to duck and dodge,
wanna bade your
casualty. So I stop, take a 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 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 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, don't slack,
skoes, them crack, hurt in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it back

We are Mo thug, we are Mo
mighty warriors, mighty mighty warriors
Guages loaded, guages
Ghetto bound soldiaz, ghetto bound
(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 down foe double clop it kill ya. 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, dead and gone, runnin through
punk thug town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, tha fuck, they wanna test Flesh Bone.
Get'em make all bow grab it,
givin up fort, crazed to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
when tha peepa keep tha creep up and make it, man. And if
you that you contain, well
stay foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva leave a ah Mo Thug
ass niggaz, true to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it this
and I'm rollin. remember
souljah be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, cockin'em back,
popin'em and be fold it,
foldin, you