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 one to speak, be the first one to leave,
get your loved ones 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 roll with killa's who got strikes, dealers who cases,
and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces.
bring it 'til your dead, is, get to bumpin' your gun,
all these cowards talk shit, all these cowards run.
i'm not one, got my gun, got the handle out,
it all goes down, you go for yourself.
not me, i can't it, i'd die for the team,
smoking sacks in the shack, high with the team.
let it fly with the beam, infra-red on head,
every last wanna leave me for dead.
can't be 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, it's time you waste,
wake up fucken wet with a 9 to face.
in any case, hit the brakes, you're too much,
my heart's blacker than the in the Grip that i clutch.
who wants what? it goes down, here in your town,
i swear to god i'm not laughing, a permanent frown.
don't make a sound, i spit rounds, leave your in the dirt,
shotgun, with the aimed at your heart.
it worse, i been cursed, smash your life like a verse,
blast, weed mask, when we drive thru' your turf.
nobody came to talk, ain't playin' games,
kickin' everybody's ass, out everbody's name.
fucken lame that's how it goes, fuck wax and shows,
fuck the track, fuck the mic', fuck and fuck bro's!
do yourself a and keep your thoughts to yourself,
i'm drugs to my label and my label blew up, without help.
not taking shit from anybody, leavin' in tears,
you'll get 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 your gash flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to watch you like Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
why the fuck would i die and to please 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 high, do or die, finding peace 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 when hit the dust.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's get to go to Heaven...