Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You you done fucked up?
You know you fucked up, don't ya?
Nigga you really up.
We on a mission.
I'm ridin dirty my tru muthafuckas.
Fiend, steady mobbin', c-murder in bitch.
is a must.
Dumpin on my muthafuckin adversaries.

Nigga, nigga ridin dirty for
With my friends, I'm on a
to kill 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, hold my
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I 'em
I creep, niggas sleep
And they restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin with my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we it on the block
Steady mobbin' flew cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin by the sack
my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
Sippin and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, him so pistol playin bout to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on one
Ridin with my tru bitches so nigga on a mission

(lines echo in background) x 4
In on a mission, ridin dirty with my tru
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no

Fiend, my reason to
Loadin my chopper up the one way
we facin a dead end
So I could how this gun spray
Just one word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, when them bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries
I severed the crusher, and my (..? ..)
Over the dresser, fiend the trigga my
Gon test ya, with a to kill
And catch me celebratin the battlefield
Loco, is the deal, let's put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got up and blast
there's nothing left, boy
I thought some more niggas kept, what?
Cause I ain't prison
Exercising my to exorcism
my mission, huh?
By lettin the land just
Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't
So, we on a

x 4

[steady 1]
(..? ..) the cleaner, alias saddam,
(what's up there? ) cop killers
Now it's really on (what's up )
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (we it!)
and fiend (there they go!)
We the fifty round magazine
Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (make it's clean)
up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need cream
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer (nigga!)
Muthafuckas died, (nigga!) all in one (they die!)

[steady mobbin' 2] (a lot of these lines are by screams,
Gunshots, etc. to understand...)
Pulled the on my nigga (not my nigga, damn!)
As the caliber shell, blew up in the neck
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the
(damn dog, go nigga!)
Bitches scream, (..? ..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was
My dog's was blew off
I'm hella (? ) (buck, buck, buck)
Hit the driver's window, as they crash into a pole
(..? ..), a few left in the clip
for the driver, the passenger
And the rest of the men