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 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 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 slug, yeah. Don't dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
tombstone was slaya, trick
ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't think no one can 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 sick and tired ah ya 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
it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' 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, 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
soldiaz anotha day

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

Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em forces, cold deform'em, then
distortin, set ah up foe
tha slaughter. We get allegiance, confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to duck and dodge, don't
ever wanna your
casualty. So I stop, a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah nigga 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 too late, I can't be saved. I tried
to pray, so is the
only way, deep in hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and soldiaz,
infantry in, den we
come to destroy ya, Lord ya into a trap, and snap that back. So ya be equipped and pack that
gat, don't slack,
skoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now I'm it back

We are Mo thug, we are Mo
Mighty warriors, mighty mighty warriors
loaded, guages loaded
Ghetto soldiaz, ghetto bound soldiaz
(repeat)

Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm 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 this on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin through
this punk town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, they wanna Flesh Bone.
make all bow down 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 gang ah Mo
ass niggaz, true to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it life
and I'm rollin. remember
souljah boys be pimpin two foe tha war, cockin'em back,
popin'em and be fold it,
foldin, you