Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Ways To Die

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H to the K
A Richmond ass nigga in the Bay
Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' trees
TRU to the game and gone off that Dank
Shoot a up in the middle of the sunset
And when you through the town you better wear your vest
Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a
Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga ya
See it's a thing, fools like to gangbang
roullete, put the Glock to your dome man
And if a fool he have shit in his pants
Just seen the devil, taught you how to dance
Merri D whip the up just like some dope
I put the in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked

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

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Head for the 94, P got deuce deuce
Homies better run, gon' like ready to bust a few
23rd street, I'm in the cut
Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a
Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang Coca leaves
Mark's gettin' in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to a cap
Duct tape around your motherfucker did you ???
Ain't trippin', caught that ass slippin'
Dumpin' bullets in back like young Scottie Pippen
Niggas in the truck, automatics
5 g's to roll up on your ass from some static
Fry that ass like Wendy's, they fry fuckin' burgers
Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I ya
No lettuce or tomato, straight lead
When people straight clip three bullets to your

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