Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

Better hope you die a gangster, gangster,
Super, out of here,

I hope you die a
I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on fingers
Send out a headshot, put them O's in an
I'm on X pills, I'm out of control
I'm running on X pills, I'm out of
you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck Woah
you do with my neck piece? Woah

I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a at the crib
We got a auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin' trip

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get
All of my instincts done me that these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip,
You even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60 K on sip, 100 in the clip
Somebody playin', they got
I hit the set you better dip
Spit the with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a
Told you niggas I'm a
If you try your luck, it sweet
I'ma put niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the
My plug 10 with the
I put your main in the
I barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin' with some
You lucky ain't hit your mama
A lot of pain in my
Got me smokin'
Pulled up in his of trenches
up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, a nigga ho
running through the racks

I hope you die a
I hope you die a
I you die a gangster
I hope you die a
Man I'm pissed off, I'm off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they real
Man I off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't even understand why they glorify my drip,

Just got a Black Card... just to go in the
Soon as I go in your I'ma go in your pocket
call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I'm talkin'. too cocky, I got so juice
My wrist is. too rocky, done let Wop loose
I'm talkin'. plug talk, don't pertain to you
'Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use for fuel
You got a meetin' with my shooters, been arranged for you
I bust head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you
talkin' gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, ain't the gang for you
Wop

I hope you die a
I hope you die a
I hope you die a
I hope you die a
Man I'm off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip,
You can't understand why they glorify my drip, yeah