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 ones gagged and bound in bed sheets.
six deep, heap, best 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, who catch cases,
and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces.
bring it 'til dead, bass is, get to bumpin' your gun,
all these cowards talk shit, all these cowards run.
i'm not one, got my gun, got the whipped out,
it all down, you only 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, on your head,
every last muthafucka 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 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 in the Grip that i clutch.
who wants what? it goes down, right here in town,
i to god i'm not laughing, with a permanent frown.
don't make a sound, i rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,
shotgun, the shotgun aimed at your heart.
it worse, i been cursed, smash your life like a verse,
weed blast, weed mask, when we drive your turf.
nobody came to talk, ain't playin' games,
kickin' everybody's ass, cross out name.
fucken lame that's how it goes, fuck wax and shows,
fuck the track, fuck the mic', fuck hoes and bro's!
do yourself a favor and keep your 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, anywhere you want.
hold your son, you slip, you get fucked,
at your in the parking lot fightin', won't take long.
leave whole gash flappin', know why it has happened,
i to watch you fall like Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
why the fuck i die and live to please you,
keepin' company with thugs and drugs and too.
speed bump, slice, we aint travelin' light,
as i hit the bring a tear to my eye.
i stay high, do or die, finding in myself,
you a lie, run and hide, die with everyone else.
fuck the world, kill 'em all, and 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...