Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Murda

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Dear Mr.Ouija, let 'em who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see pump blood, nigga, no love
Me show 'em the when I grab that chrome
Gotta that dome

Folla me, roll, stroll down East
Gotta these row hoes
Nigga, if you up and all of a sudden
Nigga, you was off my hood?

I'm a real nigga
So a, I would to kill ya so die
off to the coffin
Pick up my dump chumps in the gutter pain

got ta fucked up bang
Taking no shorts so ya man
Claim my to slang them bloody bodies
Kill 'em all, send hoes up in flames
insane to the brain

Hey, we slay who think we play
Nigga, me wid the gun
Machete be in rum
Running wid the gun, bucking
Leaving bodies dumped off in the alley for dead

I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda, mo'
what Ouija said
Gotta put one in ya head,
We coming to ya,
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo'
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo'

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Will I die of murda, bloody mo'
in the Land of the Heartless, coming up daily
Until a me them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them
Get 'em up wid me
See 'em on the corner and slanging them drugs

Giving up out to the glock, glock
Eighty eight to the ten
Them killas be pumping them
Niggas be fiending me
Me me twelve gauge eruption
And I'm on a to destruction

And steady be busting and be busting me
Killa with a buckshot, I'ma ya
Number one assassin's the realer nigga
Down for my crime, be down
Trying to stay to tha

Niggas is going insane, taking a shot to the
And man, so it a shame
But what be the thang up offa murda game?
And I'm feeling not a bit
My twelve gauge so forceful

So playa, when I'm in ya town
The nigga, me 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the
and twelve gauge pumpstas

Drug 'em in mo' murda, me style, now
Put 'em on the ground, lay
check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to ya
Wid the cocked and it's ready to pop
off shots, Layzie, be screaming
Mo' murda, mo'

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Gotta kill, get 'em to run
Can't get away my shotgun
Leaving them fucked up
Pump, pump to the ground, better leave it
wanna die when fucking wid
Mo Thug, nigga, we killed this

Now you catch some bang bang
wanna die when I let my nuts hang
What is it in me makes me
Like I ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm
my trigger and nigga, you die, soldier

Four killas we creeping and coming to ya, mo' murda
Better pack five five
I'm feeling like killing, you dying
You wanna hear that glock pop
When the glock pop pop, don't

We all about mo'
Finger on the trigger, Mo let go
We straight from
Clack nigga ya bleeding
You don't wanna wid Bone
Pulling that now, nigga, ya gone

If you die, bye
See you in the gutter, let cry
Watch Mo Killas pump pump
Put 'em in the with his head blown, gone
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo'

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

Eternally thugstas die, I die of murda now?
East 99, me grind
And all descending that body underground, way
Me and everyone dies
And I rolling wid my
And all, ah my thuggish niggas, no lie

up bloody, mo' victims, get 'em, get 'em
That'll be Ripsta, sinister
y'all, put 'em in the river
Bodies shiver, fuck that

Hit 'em up inside, be blowing, I'm dumping
Remember me spray 'em, slay 'em, 'em, laying 'em
All up off the coffin, ready to fade 'em,
To or to shoot wid the twelve gauge eruptions
Creep out your seat, would ya we come to
out none of my niggas was bluffing

For the love of the murda, man, the game
The but a bang bang bang
resist to bump you, now pow, run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the mo'
Oh, no, ho when a thugsta,

fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em, drop 'em, numb 'til out cold, they froze
You know, nigga, we can't be
We bang insane, I put one to your temple
Mo' murda then out ya brain

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

bloody murda
Come murda
Come bloody
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