Luyện nghe bài hát On a Mission

[c-murder
You you done fucked up?
You know you done fucked up, ya?
you really fucked up.
We on a mission.
I'm ridin dirty my tru muthafuckas.
Fiend, mobbin', c-murder in this bitch.
is a must.
Dumpin rounds on my adversaries.

Nigga, ridin dirty for revenge
my friends, I'm on a caper
Ready to 'em, if I see 'em
Fuck alarm, my paper
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I 'em
When I creep, niggas
And they ain't restin til they deep up in the
Jungle with them slangers, with bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, woo and makin deals with my tru niggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the
Steady mobbin' flew cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty and quarter bags
Raisin riches no week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, money by the sack
my back, niggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my
hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin to have it
Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you is on this one
Ridin dirty with my tru so nigga on a mission

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

Fiend, my reason to
Loadin my right up the one way
we facin a dead end
So I could show how this gun
Just one word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these niggas back like chicken
fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
(..? ..) get my adrenalin
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 season to
And me celebratin across the battlefield
Loco, is the deal, let's put the gun
To the of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until nothing left, boy
I thought some more kept, what? what?
I ain't facin prison
Exercising my to exorcism
my mission, huh?
By lettin the land listen
Cause they the reason my lil ain't livin
So, we on a

x 4

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

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