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)
Just cannot 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 'lair 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, we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
tombstone was that slaya,
ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't think no one can save ya, tha Yard's 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 and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm sick and tired ah ya nigga startin shit,
rumors and war, just
wit dem soldiaz

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

Hello hello, infantry. hello, infantry
Nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha
This clique too mothafuckin strong, 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 enternal 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
ever wanna your
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah be damned if I go back in that cave,
all, put ah slug 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, deep in hell is 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, don't slack,
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 warriors
Guages loaded, loaded
Ghetto bound soldiaz, ghetto soldiaz
(repeat)

Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to
SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha
money, seven I'm mo red rum, wet'em 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 race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin through
this punk thug town, tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, they wanna Flesh Bone.
Get'em make all bow 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 leave a ah Mo Thug
ass niggaz, stay to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, hata, pap pap in it this life
and I'm rollin. remember
souljah boys be two glocks foe tha war, cockin'em back,
popin'em and bitches be it,
foldin, you