Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

I hope you die a
I hope you plan on game, too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put 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 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 for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a trip

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get
All of my instincts told me that 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 in the clip
Somebody playin', they got
Went I hit the set you dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got
In one hour smoked a zip, it me one hour, she got drip
of kush in a leaf
Told you I'm a beast
If you try luck, it ain't sweet
I'ma put these niggas right me
I make my way throughout the
My plug 10 with the
I put main in the knotty
I double barrel the shotty
You pump fakin' some riders
You they ain't hit your mama
A lot of in my body
Got me marijuana
Pulled up in his of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga
up, took a nigga ho
Pluto running the racks

I hope you die a
I hope you die a
I you die a gangster
I you die a gangster
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 flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip,
You even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a Black Card... to go in the wallet
as I go in your jump? I'ma go in your pocket
They call me Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the Grinch that 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'. talk, this don't pertain to you
'Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for
You got a meetin' with my shooters, it's been for you
I your head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you
You're talkin' gangster but you'se a lame, ain't the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, ain't the gang for you
Wop

I you die a gangster
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 me that 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 glorify my drip,