Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Ways To Die

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H to the K
A ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Still cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees
TRU to the and gone off that Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the of the sunset
And when you ride through the town you better wear your
East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster
Put the nina to your a jaw and a nigga gank ya
See a turf thing, fools like to gangbang
Russian roullete, put the Glock to dome man
And if a fool live he have shit in his
Just the devil, taught you how to dirty dance
Merri D whip the beat up just like dope
I put the in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked

99 ways to die, of the fittest
Only one way to alive
99 ways to die, of the fittest
Only one way to stay
99 to die, survival of the fittest
Only one way to alive

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Head for the 94, P got deuce deuce
Homies better run, like psycho ready to bust a few
23rd street, I'm in the cut
of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck
Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them leaves
gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little Rich got the shotgun to bust a cap
Duct tape around mouth motherfucker did you ???
Ain't nobody trippin', that ass slippin'
Dumpin' bullets in your back like Scottie Pippen
Niggas in the truck, with
5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from static
Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin'
Well drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya
No lettuce or tomato, just lead
When people clip three bullets to your head

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Blood drippin' my nose, I'm in a cold sweat
I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a
O.G. but it's for me to put in work
I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own
King the window, I toss and turn in my sleep
Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin'
my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi
Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna me
Still have fuckin' on my hands from the torture
??? the motherfucker that I thought ya
it's slaughter in the dope game
Have you ever held the of a dead man
It's serious G , I can't sleep
And I'm on that motherfuckin' Indo
You stay strapped
Ain't no time to
Niggas in my hood left with they corpses' stank
crimes it's all about the dividends
The fed dope to my hood to make us kill again
D.A., feds on my fuckin' case
Just like the ??? man, the yellow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and real
And the sucka that on the P, got his cap peeled