Luyện nghe bài hát Die

I present the death of The

I heard like a group of cows
That all ya enemies shoot you down
They got and a bunch of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic weapons that kapows

Word on the street is, 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 they say, "Where you goin'? You even gon' need it"

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

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

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

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

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

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

what I'm thinkin'
While around polishin' this big pistol
I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun jam
So we meet again, nigga it's cool

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

Don't pay them no mind
They hatin' on you, ain't witta shotty
And plannin' on doin' a robbery, itchin' to catch a
in a stolen jalopy, out there waitin' on you

I'm sittin' in a stolen car, finna rob nigga
I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been all day, tryin' spot this nigga
I let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga, uh

Plus they don't about the chopper in the trunk
The Glocks in a box and the on tuck
The bulletproof glass, the 40's in the
You the steerin' wheel and it pop on up

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

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

I say we go up in this club, show a love
Get a few drinks, holla at some
up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, catch a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I take a pee
And go nowhere, nigga wait for me
And if some niggaz do kill you in the next few
Just my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

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

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

Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' three in the
Coolest muh'fucker in the man
Niggaz fuckin' with me man
Nigga high, fly ass car

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

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