Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

I you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on these
Send out a headshot, put O's in an asshole
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 my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, a motherfuckin' trip

Man I'm pissed off, I'm off, somebody outta get killed
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 in the clip
Somebody playin', got spilt
I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I everything got flipped
In one hour a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a
Told you I'm a beast
If you try your luck, it sweet
I'ma put niggas right beneath me
I my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the
I put your in the knotty
I double barrel the shotty
You pump fakin' with riders
You lucky they ain't hit your
A lot of pain in my
Got me smokin'
Pulled up in his side of
up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a ho
Pluto through the racks

I you die a gangster
I you die a gangster
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, ain't real
Man I off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

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

I hope you die a
I hope you die a
I hope you die a
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, 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,