Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Ways To Die

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

99 ways to die, survival of the
Only one way to alive
99 ways to die, survival of the
one way to stay alive
99 ways to die, survival of the
one way to stay 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
Southside of the Rich, TRU give a fuck
Caught a fool slippin', to slang them Coca leaves
Mark's smoked in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little Rich got the ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your mouth did you ???
nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin'
Dumpin' bullets in your back like young 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 fry fuckin' burgers
Well done drippin' in blood that's the way I serve ya
No lettuce or tomato, just straight
When people clip three bullets to your head

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