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, be quick on the draw,
you's a snitch, you's a bitch, you get left you are.
i roll with killa's who got strikes, dealers who cases,
and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces.
bring it 'til your dead, bass is, get to your gun,
all these cowards talk shit, all 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 can't it, i'd die for the team,
smoking sacks in the shack, getting high the team.
let it fly with the beam, infra-red on head,
every muthafucka wanna leave me for dead.
can't be happy that i'm livin', you that 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 a 9 to your face.
in any case, hit the brakes, you're too much,
my heart's blacker than the grip in the Grip i clutch.
who wants what? it goes down, right here in town,
i swear to god i'm not laughing, a permanent frown.
don't a sound, i spit rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,
shotgun, with the shotgun aimed at 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 nobody 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', fuck and fuck bro's!
do yourself a and keep your thoughts to yourself,
i'm sellin' drugs to my label and my label up, without help.
not taking shit anybody, leavin' spouses in tears,
you'll get mangled if we tangle, 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 in the parking lot fightin', won't take long.
leave your gash flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to you fall like Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
why the fuck would i die and live to you,
keepin' company with thugs and and heat too.
speed bump, slice, we aint travelin' light,
as i hit the dipstick bring a 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, kill 'em all, and 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...