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 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 Woah
What you do with my piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece?

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

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody 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 even understand why they glorify my drip,

60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the
playin', they got spilt
Went I hit the set you dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got
Gram of kush in a
Told you I'm a beast
If you try luck, it ain't sweet
I'ma put these niggas beneath me
I my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the
I put your in the knotty
I double with the shotty
You pump fakin' with riders
You lucky ain't hit your mama
A lot of pain in my
Got me smokin'
Pulled up in his side of
Pulled up, get a whacked
Pulled up, a nigga ho
Pluto running through the

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 pissed off, outta get killed
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

Just got a Card... just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your I'ma go in your pocket
They me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in stocking
I'm talkin'. too cocky, I got so juice
My wrist is. too rocky, done let Wop loose
I'm talkin'. plug talk, this pertain to you
'Cause I'm a astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a with my shooters, it's been arranged for you
I bust 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, this the gang for you
Wop

I you die a gangster
I hope you die a
I hope you die a
I hope you die a
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody get killed
All of my instincts told me that 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