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 and gone off that Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the
And when you ride through the town you better your vest
East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster
Put the nina to a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya
See it's a turf thing, like to gangbang
Russian roullete, put the Glock to your man
And if a live he have shit in his pants
Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty
Merri D whip the beat up just some dope
I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch ass get smoked

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

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Head for the 94, P got that deuce
Homies better run, like psycho ready to bust a few
street, I'm posted in the cut
Southside of the Rich, TRU give a fuck
Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca
Mark's gettin' in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little Rich got the ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your motherfucker did you ???
Ain't trippin', caught that ass slippin'
Dumpin' in your back like young Scottie Pippen
in the truck, with automatics
5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from static
Fry that ass like Wendy's, they fry fuckin' burgers
Well done drippin' in blood that's the way I serve ya
No or tomato, just straight lead
When straight 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, sleep I need a cigarette
O.G. but time 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'
It's my time to come, i'm going out like
Jumped out the window ain't nobody stop me
have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture
??? with the that I thought ya
Cause it's slaughter in the dope
Have you ever held the hands of a man
It's serious G , I can't though
And I'm gone on motherfuckin' Indo
You gotta stay
Ain't no to blank
Niggas in my left dead with they corpses' stank
Black-on-black it's all about the dividends
The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill
Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin'
Just like the ??? man, the yellow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and real
And the that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled