Luyện nghe bài hát Die

I present the death of The

Well I heard like a of cows
all ya enemies wanna shoot you down
They got AK-47s and a of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic that produce kapows

Word on the is, they all got heaters
gon' hit you up and you ain't even gon' see it
You got a lotta money, I ain't tryin' be
But they say, "Where you goin'? You ain't even need it"

They see you 'round, shinin' with ya
round diamonds pretty green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline poutin', while you prime time
Hungry want a piece of your pastry

I you protect yo' bakery
'Cause comin' for yo' head
And it's a on that chain
That's hangin' from yo' neck, they

I don't know, what you've been in your ear
But I hear it's down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, you been told in your ear
But business goin' round, somebody
(Die)

Hit a wit the mini-Mac strap
Clap any nigga he gettin' Gs' down here
In a meter, any gettin money and my honey
Man, I Micheal Young is the re-clown near

Run up on a nigga the back wit a Mac
Gon' be 'cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten
Run up on nigga 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat
clack, where this nigga at? I need sin

Shit is goin' ever I see him
Bump a nigga out like
And keep a couple of dollars up in the
To pay the so they can never box me in
(Die)

That's I'm thinkin'
While ridin' around this big pistol
catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam
So until we again, nigga it's cool

I don't know, what you've told in your ear
But I hear goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, you been told in your ear
But goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

pay them niggaz no mind
They hatin' on you, ain't nobody shotty
And plannin' on doin' a robbery, itchin' to a body
Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there on you

I'm sittin' in a car, finna rob this nigga
I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been all day, tryin' spot this nigga
I can't let him get away, I'ma pop nigga, uh

Plus they don't know about the chopper in the
The in a box and the nine on tuck
The glass, the 40's in the stash
You pull the wheel and it pop on up

Forty stashed up in the stash box
Bulletproof windows, you couldn't 'em wit a padlock
Ak in the trunk, where the sounds
Two twin Glock 40's and a and this damn clock

Man, we finna go up in club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some
up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get some

I say we go up in this club, a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta
Put some in the air, then catch a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull right here, I gotta take a pee
And go nowhere, nigga wait for me
And if some do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my nigga, a heaven for a G

Ay ay, hold this right there be
I'll be back, I gotta take a piss man hold on
Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't I'll be right back
Ay, don't leave I'll be

Hurry ass up man, damn
Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga
nigga what, hustla fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, nigga yo' ass up, man

Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' in the mornin'
muh'fucker in the world man
Niggaz ain't with me man
high, smokin' fly ass car

I run motherfuckin' streets
out here lookin' for me
Nigga, I wish a motherfucker
Ay hurry yo' ass up, nigga, damn

Wassup now,
too cool now, is you nigga?