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 ones and bound in bed sheets.
six deep, heap, best be quick on the draw,
you's a snitch, you's a bitch, you get where you are.
i roll with killa's who got strikes, who catch cases,
SkinHeads and Mohicans, on their faces.
bring it 'til dead, bass is, get to bumpin' your gun,
all these cowards shit, all these cowards gonna run.
i'm not one, got my gun, got the handle out,
it all down, you only go for yourself.
not me, i can't it, i'd die for the team,
sacks in the shack, getting high with the team.
let it fly the beam, infra-red on your head,
every last wanna leave me for dead.
can't be happy that i'm livin', you that i fall,
BUT I'M A DEAD MAN WALKING, I LIVIN' AT ALL!
all the time that you hate, it's time you waste,
wake up wet with a 9 to your 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, right here in town,
i swear to god i'm not laughing, with a frown.
don't make a sound, i rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,
shotgun, with the shotgun at your heart.
it gets worse, i been cursed, smash your life a verse,
weed blast, mask, when we drive thru' your turf.
nobody came to talk, ain't nobody games,
kickin' everybody's ass, out everbody's name.
fucken that's how it goes, fuck wax and fuck shows,
fuck the track, 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,
you'll get mangled if we tangle, be poundin' the peel.
3 chips, who got next? go, you get stomped,
anytime, any place, that you want.
your tongue son, you slip, you get fucked,
at your show in the lot fightin', won't take long.
leave your whole gash flappin', why it has happened,
i love to watch you fall like Freeman loves Patton.
why the would i die and live to please you,
keepin' company with and drugs and heat too.
speed bump, 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 everyone else.
fuck the world, 'em all, and this you can trust,
'cause hit the dirt when muthafuckas hit the dust.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's get to go to Heaven...