Luyện nghe bài hát 1,2,3,4,5,6,7

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
no one gonna get to go to Heaven...
the one to speak, be the first one to leave,
get your loved gagged and bound in bed sheets.
six deep, heap, best be quick on the draw,
you's a snitch, a bitch, you get left where you are.
i with killa's who got strikes, dealers who catch cases,
SkinHeads and Mohicans, on their faces.
bring it your dead, bass is, get to bumpin' your gun,
all these talk shit, all these cowards gonna run.
i'm not one, got my gun, got the handle out,
it all goes down, you go for yourself.
not me, i call it, i'd die for the team,
smoking sacks in the shack, high with the team.
let it fly the beam, infra-red on your head,
every last muthafucka wanna me for dead.
be happy that i'm livin', you pray that i fall,
BUT I'M A MAN WALKING, I AIN'T LIVIN' AT ALL!
all the time that you hate, time that you waste,
wake up fucken wet a 9 to your face.
in any case, hit the brakes, doing too much,
my heart's blacker the grip in the Grip that i clutch.
who wants it goes down, right here in your town,
i swear to god i'm not laughing, with a frown.
don't a sound, i spit rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,
shotgun, with the aimed at your heart.
it gets worse, i been cursed, smash life like a verse,
weed blast, weed mask, we drive thru' your turf.
nobody to talk, ain't nobody playin' games,
kickin' everybody's ass, out everbody's name.
fucken lame that's how it goes, wax and fuck shows,
fuck the track, fuck the mic', hoes and fuck bro's!
do a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself,
i'm sellin' drugs to my label and my label blew up, help.
not taking shit anybody, leavin' spouses in tears,
get mangled if we tangle, i'll be poundin' the peel.
3 chips, who got let's go, you get stomped,
anytime, any place, that you want.
hold your son, you slip, you get fucked,
at your show in the parking lot fightin', take long.
leave whole gash flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to watch you fall Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
why the fuck i die and live to please you,
keepin' company with thugs and and heat too.
bump, head slice, we aint travelin' light,
as i hit the dipstick a tear to my eye.
i stay high, do or die, peace in myself,
you live a lie, run and hide, die everyone else.
fuck the world, 'em all, and this you can trust,
'cause muthafuckas hit the when muthafuckas hit the dust.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one gonna get to go to Heaven...