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, a bitch, you get left where you are.
i roll with killa's who got strikes, dealers who cases,
SkinHeads and Mohicans, on their faces.
bring it 'til your dead, 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 goes down, you 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.
be happy that i'm livin', you pray that i fall,
BUT I'M A MAN WALKING, I AIN'T LIVIN' AT ALL!
all the time that you hate, it's 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 what? it goes down, right here in your town,
i to god i'm not laughing, with a permanent frown.
make a sound, i spit rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,
shotgun, with the aimed at your heart.
it gets worse, i been cursed, smash your like a verse,
weed blast, weed mask, when we thru' your turf.
came to talk, ain't nobody playin' games,
kickin' everybody's ass, cross out name.
lame that's how it goes, fuck wax and fuck shows,
fuck the track, fuck the mic', fuck hoes and bro's!
do yourself a favor and keep your to yourself,
i'm drugs to my label and my label blew up, without help.
not shit from anybody, leavin' spouses in tears,
get mangled if we tangle, i'll be poundin' the peel.
3 chips, who got let's go, you get stomped,
anytime, any place, anywhere you want.
hold tongue son, you slip, you get fucked,
at your show in the parking lot fightin', won't long.
leave your whole flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to watch you like Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
why the fuck would i die and to please you,
keepin' company with thugs and drugs and too.
speed bump, head slice, we aint 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, '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 gonna get to go to Heaven...