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 late night (rumors and war)
cannot 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, tha 'lair speak 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. warriors 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 clean and you
earn, and you wit
cheese, but I'm and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm sick and tired ah ya nigga startin shit,
rumors and war, cannot
fuck wit dem

all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them slippin them box, this chamber, wit my glock
cop danger, this hustla,
give it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' ya, just a level doin homocide and
murda, tha way Mo Thugs gon' serve ya. You takin that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm sendin
that to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, 'cause nigga them crazy. Insane, see,
it's this nigga when I'm that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
soldiaz live day

hello, infantry. Hello hello, infantry
Nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't wit tha SCT's
This clique too strong, this clique too mothafuckin strong
My niggaz be thuggin all year long. My niggaz be thuggin all year
(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 and dodge, don't
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 coppaz on off in that 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 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 runnin it

We are Mo thug, we are Mo
Mighty warriors, mighty mighty warriors
Guages loaded, guages
Ghetto bound soldiaz, 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 down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha
money, seven I'm bloody mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot
blows, you choose, wit ah 44 magnum and it was at you.
in tha mash, foe safety,
betch you race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin through
punk thug town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, wanna test Flesh Bone.
make all bow down grab it,
givin up fort, yeah crazed to tha (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
tha peepa keep peepin tha creep up and make it, man. And if
you claim that you contain,
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 life
and I'm rollin. Always
souljah boys be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, back,
and bitches be fold it,
foldin, you