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 first one to speak, be the one to leave,
get your loved gagged and bound in bed sheets.
six deep, full heap, be quick on the draw,
a snitch, you's 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 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 whipped out,
it all down, you only 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 with the beam, 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 MAN WALKING, I AIN'T LIVIN' AT ALL!
all the that you hate, it's time that you waste,
wake up fucken wet with a 9 to face.
in any case, hit the brakes, doing too much,
my heart's blacker than the in the Grip that i clutch.
who wants what? it goes down, right 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, the shotgun aimed at your heart.
it gets worse, i been cursed, smash your like a verse,
weed blast, weed mask, when we thru' your turf.
nobody to talk, ain't nobody playin' games,
kickin' ass, cross 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 yourself a and keep your thoughts to yourself,
i'm sellin' drugs to my label and my label blew up, help.
not taking shit from anybody, 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.
hold tongue son, you slip, you get fucked,
at your show in the parking lot fightin', won't long.
leave your whole gash flappin', why it has happened,
i love to you fall like Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
why the would i die and live to please you,
keepin' company thugs and drugs and heat too.
speed bump, head slice, we travelin' light,
as i hit the bring 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, kill 'em all, and 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...