Luyện nghe bài hát Die

Everything you asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you
You ain't worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on it, through the radio
like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio
If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a
Soon as I pull my gun I know someones gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die

Nigga, this that music
I'm about life so much I might go touch my rifles butt
And my dick might go up
Nigga, that on that rifle'll knock the snot right out you
Try me and I try out ya
The drum on the gun is like Phi Alpha
But there no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron, he will have him a easier trying
To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle
Then he go against got damn G4 buying, Detroit lion
I'm about that so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name on a line with a bloody body part
I don't give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip of fucking Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a Fallon
I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like
(Bombs away) Bootsy

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm to give it to you
You ain't gotta worry no more, I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming the radio
Sounds like I got an AK straight to the radio
If you to be target practice, you finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun I know that someones die, die, die, die
gonna die-ei-ei-ei die

They shot my three times, as his abdominal bled
robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led
To dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick
Saw him in that hospital bed, away from the doctor and said
all be dead soon, and I'm talking before that nurse can change the IV
I'mma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking flavored ice tea
My G, him and take his ID
I'm a renegade like and Ja-Y-Z
Bitch it's karate, Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake
Smell chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body
Quick as Buggatis, then I'm hitting the
a chicken licking my dick in the lobby; this New Edition, I'm Bobby
Fast
I'm the truth, put 3 in the coupe
I'mma wet your head a leak in the roof
Then I'm the booth for gas chamber
My granny calling me a rap
But she don't I use my strap finger

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm to give it to you
You ain't gotta worry no more, I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet your name on it, coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK straight to the radio
If you trying to be target practice, you finally a shooter
Soon as I my gun I know that someones gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die

Look, this a whole "Ether"
Hop out, mask, low Caesar
Tell the goonies keep it low the reefer
New bodies on old
We ain't rapped too
Starving, they Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite
I'm detail, not
Don't lay your head if you by it
Got skeletons, but my private
I paved the way, misguided
So try it, I'mma a threat
Tie her up end her yet
go through your wife's eye now we know you ain't on the internet
In my I see amateurs, can't retain a memory
All I'm left with is
that I'm putting emphasis
And in
Put he's hated by percentages
And all my nemesis even let 'em on the premises
One shot, him for life, he'll be belligerent
Even his text messages are gonna read he's whispering
Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon
Then go to war with the cops, even aren't pardoned

Everything you asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you
You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one you
I got a bullet with your name on it, through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK dumping to the radio
If you trying to be practice, you finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun I know someones gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's die-ei-ei-ei die