Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

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

I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a when you was real
We eat for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin'

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

60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the
Somebody playin', they got
I hit the set you better dip
Spit the with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it me one hour, she got drip
Gram of in a leaf
Told you I'm a beast
If you try your luck, it ain't
put these niggas right beneath me
I my way throughout the East
My 10 with the molly
I put your in the knotty
I double barrel with the
You pump fakin' some riders
You lucky they ain't hit your
A lot of in my body
Got me smokin'
Pulled up in his of trenches
up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a ho
Pluto running the racks

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

Just got a Black Card... just to go in the
Soon as I go in jump? 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 is. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I'm talkin'. plug talk, this pertain to you
I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin' with my shooters, it's arranged for you
I your head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you
You're talkin' gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the for you
This FBG and 1017, ain't the gang for you
Wop

I you die a gangster
I you die a gangster
I you die a gangster
I you die a gangster
Man I'm off, I'm pissed 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 glorify my drip, yeah