Luyện nghe bài hát Die

I the death of The Cool

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

Word on the is, they all got heaters
They 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 You ain't even gon' need it"

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

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

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

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

Run up on a from the back 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 nigga at? I sin

is goin' down ever I see him
Bump a out like Oxy-10
And keep a couple of up in the wallet
To pay the cops so can never box me in
(Die)

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

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

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

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

Plus they don't know about the chopper in the
The Glocks in a box and the nine on
The bulletproof glass, the 40's in the
You pull the steerin' 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 sounds
Two Glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock

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

I say we go up in this club, show a love
Get a few drinks, at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave there
Put some 'dro in the air, catch 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
Just my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

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

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

Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' in the mornin'
Coolest in the world man
Niggaz fuckin' with me man
Nigga high, fly ass car

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

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