Luyện nghe bài hát 1,2,3,4,5,6,7

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
no one here's get to go to Heaven...
the first one to speak, be the one to leave,
get your loved ones gagged and in bed sheets.
six deep, full heap, best be on the draw,
you's a snitch, you's a bitch, you get where you are.
i roll with killa's who got strikes, dealers who cases,
and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces.
bring it 'til your dead, bass is, get to your gun,
all cowards talk shit, all these cowards gonna run.
i'm not one, got my gun, got the whipped 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, getting with the team.
let it fly the beam, infra-red on your head,
every last muthafucka wanna me for dead.
can't be happy that i'm livin', you pray i fall,
BUT I'M A DEAD MAN WALKING, I LIVIN' AT ALL!
all the that you hate, it's 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 than the grip in the that i clutch.
who wants what? it goes down, right here in town,
i to god i'm not laughing, with a permanent frown.
make a sound, i spit rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,
shotgun, with the aimed at your heart.
it gets worse, i been cursed, your life like a verse,
weed blast, weed mask, when we thru' your turf.
nobody to talk, ain't nobody playin' games,
kickin' everybody's ass, cross out name.
fucken lame that's how it goes, wax and fuck shows,
the track, fuck the mic', fuck hoes and fuck bro's!
do yourself a and keep your thoughts to yourself,
i'm sellin' drugs to my label and my label blew up, help.
not shit from 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 tongue son, you slip, you get fucked,
at show in the parking lot fightin', won't take long.
leave your whole flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to watch you fall like Freeman loves Patton.
why the fuck would i die and live to you,
keepin' with thugs and drugs 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, finding in myself,
you live a lie, run and hide, die with else.
fuck the world, 'em all, and this you can trust,
'cause muthafuckas hit the dirt muthafuckas hit the dust.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one gonna get to go to Heaven...