Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Ways To Die

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H to the K
A ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Still slangin' out the motherfuckin' palm trees
TRU to the game and gone off Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the of the sunset
And when you ride through the town you better wear vest
East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster
Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga 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
seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance
Merri D whip the beat up just like dope
I put the lyrics in the chamber and that ass get smoked

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

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

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Blood drippin' my nose, I'm in a cold sweat
I done smoked this fool, sleep I need a cigarette
O.G. but it's time for me to put in
I cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt
King guard the window, I toss and turn in my
Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the police
It's my time to come, i'm going out like
Jumped out the window ain't gonna stop me
Still have fuckin' blood on my hands the torture
??? with the motherfucker I thought ya
Cause slaughter in the dope game
you ever held the hands of a dead man
It's serious G , I can't though
And I'm gone on that Indo
You gotta strapped
Ain't no to blank
Niggas in my hood left with they corpses' stank
Black-on-black crimes it's all the dividends
The fed dope to my hood to make us kill again
Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin'
like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and real
And the that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled