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, full heap, best be on the draw,
you's a snitch, you's a bitch, you get where you are.
i roll killa's who got strikes, dealers who catch cases,
SkinHeads and Mohicans, on their faces.
bring it 'til your dead, bass is, get to bumpin' gun,
all these talk 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, infra-red on head,
every last muthafucka leave me for dead.
can't be happy that i'm livin', you pray i fall,
BUT I'M A DEAD MAN WALKING, I AIN'T 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, doing too much,
my heart's blacker the grip in the Grip that i clutch.
who wants what? it goes down, here in your town,
i swear to god i'm not laughing, with a frown.
make a sound, i spit 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, we drive thru' your turf.
nobody came to talk, ain't playin' games,
everybody's ass, cross 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 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 next? 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', won't long.
leave whole gash flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to watch you fall like Freeman watchin' Patton.
why the fuck would i die and live to you,
keepin' company with thugs and and heat too.
speed bump, head slice, we travelin' light,
as i hit the dipstick bring a to my eye.
i high, do or die, finding peace in myself,
you a lie, run and hide, die with everyone else.
fuck the world, 'em all, and this you can trust,
muthafuckas hit the dirt when muthafuckas hit the dust.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's get to go to Heaven...