Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Murda

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, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

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

Folla me, roll, stroll down 1999
find these row hoes
Nigga, if you woke up and all of a
Nigga, you was off inna my

I'm a real thuggish
So a, I would have to ya so die
off to the coffin
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter

Nigga got ta fucked up
Taking no so fuck ya man
Claim my thang to slang them bloody
'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the

Hey, we niggas who think we play
Nigga, me wid the gun
be dipped 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'
That's what 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, 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

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

Giving up out to the glock, glock
Eighty to the ten five
Them killas be pumping slugs
Niggas be me daily
Me silence me twelve gauge
And I'm on a road to

And steady be busting and be busting me
Killa with a buckshot, peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer
Down for my crime, be down
Trying to to tha grind

Niggas is going insane, a shot to the brain
And man, so call it a
But what be the thang up this murda game?
And I'm not a bit remorseful
My twelve gauge just so

So playa, when I'm in ya town
The nigga, me bucking 'em
And I'm giving up to the hustlas
Thugstas and twelve gauge

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta kill, get 'em to run
get away from my shotgun
Leaving them fucked up
Pump, pump to the ground, better it alone
Nigga die when fucking wid
Mo Thug, nigga, we killed this

Now you catch some bang bang
Nigga die when I let my nuts hang
is it in me makes me feel
Like I gots ta ya?
You slip I'm high
Pulling my trigger and nigga, you die,

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

We all about mo'
on the trigger, Mo Thug let go
We straight from
Clack back nigga ya
You wanna fuck wid Bone
that chrome now, nigga, ya gone

If you die, bye
See you in the gutter, let cry
Mo Thug Killas pump pump
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown,
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, come
Mo' murda, mo'
Come, come

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

Eternally thugstas die, I die of murda now?
99, follow me grind
And all that body underground, way down
Me and everyone dies
And I rolling wid my
And all, ah my ruggish 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 nigga

Hit 'em up inside, be blowing, I'm dumping
Remember me 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, laying 'em
All up off inna the coffin, ready to 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the gauge eruptions
out your seat, would ya we come to stay?
Found out none of my niggas was

For the of the murda, man, the murda game
The same but a bang bang
Can't to bump you, now pow, run 'em all off
St Clair stays, for the murda mo'
Oh, no, ho a thugsta, stroll

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

Mo' murda, mo'
Come, again

Come murda
bloody murda
Come bloody
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