Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no! murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder...

Come and blast dat daz and act rude
through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling motherfucker's cords
Me, going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator pay back
where you motherfuckers rest and hang at
I'm in long beach, where the hang at
Don't more static, or panic, we're packing gats
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're
See, we're the gang, kicking just to
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the corners
We on 'em just for twelve
Money, dope, and bitches, to getting richer

(2x):
Oh no, niggaz just wanna get tonight
Tripping on you, the way I tonight
Niggaz better you guns

Glocks are off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to yo shit
Money busters lyrically in
to whip a (? ? ? ), the east side coast and
I'm the one they love to hate a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, it
Mc's get dealt with, my microphone's my partner
seeking like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my of rapping
I'm a rap while you say "why, what's happening? "
My mind is going deep, money mister, doing all
You couldn't see me a crystal ball, y'all
critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan
Come out with shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, money on a dirt
Creeping to the night, beating tight,

(2x)

Watch out, here I
Battling motherfuckers the break of dawn
Homeboy, the alarm
It's d-a to the z, the formula
And every nigga that I know in
Dat daz will come out and play
Busting on with an ak
So any given day you want
Come and get some, you don't want

Why do we
Why do we bang for a living? we just don't
Now it's time to serve y'all bitches ass on an open platter
Yeah,

Fool, what nigga, you that got your ass laying down?

deee:
You see, I the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be
I hate fake away motherfuckers
I come up the slums and I run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, it's the slang and
And bang us mobsters, while claming
While most niggaz froze, they their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to
Like malone, be gone when the come
But i'ma stay off one, to spray off some
Ammunition, I missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get (? ? ? ) done
I'm the cannibal, the hannibal of rap
A nigga up wack, and gets a setup-tax
the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things to change

(2x)

Oh no...