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 loved ones gagged and bound in bed sheets.
six deep, heap, best be quick 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,
and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces.
bring it 'til your dead, bass is, get to bumpin' gun,
all these cowards talk shit, all cowards gonna run.
i'm not one, got my gun, got the whipped out,
it all goes down, you go for yourself.
not me, i can't it, i'd die for the team,
sacks in the shack, getting high 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 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 than the in the Grip that i clutch.
who wants what? it down, right here in your town,
i to god i'm not laughing, with a permanent frown.
don't make a sound, i spit rounds, leave dick in the dirt,
shotgun, with the shotgun at your heart.
it gets worse, i been cursed, smash your life a verse,
weed blast, weed mask, when we drive thru' turf.
nobody came to talk, ain't nobody games,
kickin' everybody's ass, out everbody's name.
fucken that's how it goes, fuck wax and fuck shows,
fuck the track, fuck the mic', fuck hoes and bro's!
do yourself a and keep your thoughts to yourself,
i'm sellin' drugs to my label and my blew up, without help.
not taking shit from anybody, spouses in tears,
you'll get if we tangle, i'll be poundin' the peel.
3 chips, who got let's go, you get stomped,
anytime, any place, that you want.
your tongue son, you slip, you get fucked,
at show in the parking lot fightin', won't take long.
your whole gash flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to you fall like Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
why the fuck i die and live to please 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 live a lie, run and hide, die everyone else.
fuck the world, kill 'em all, and 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...