Luyện nghe bài hát Die

I present the death of The

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

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

They see you ridin' 'round, with ya
Fine round diamonds green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline poutin', while you prime poppin'
Hungry niggaz want a piece of your

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

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

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

Run up on a from the back wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped 'cause a finna squeeze off ten
Run up on this nigga 'Lac,
Click clack, where this nigga at? I sin

Shit is down ever I see him
a nigga out like Oxy-10
And keep a of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can box me in
(Die)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I say we go up in this club, show a lil'
Get a few drinks, at some girls
Snatch up a pair, outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I take a pee
And don't go nowhere, nigga for me
And if some niggaz do kill you in the next few
remember my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

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

your ass up man, damn
Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga
Coolest nigga what, fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, hurry yo' ass up, man

Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' three in the
Coolest in the world man
Niggaz ain't with me man
high, smokin' fly ass car

I run these motherfuckin'
Niggaz out here for me
Nigga, I wish a motherfucker
Ay nigga yo' ass up, nigga, damn

now, nigga?
Ain't too cool now, is you