Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

I you die a gangster
I you plan on game, there's too much blood on these fingers
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
What you do with my neck piece?
What you do with my 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 crush when you was
We eat for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, 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 why they glorify my drip, yeah

60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the
Somebody playin', got spilt
I hit the set you better dip
Spit the with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour 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 ain't
I'ma put these right beneath me
I make my way throughout the
My plug 10 the molly
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 side of
Pulled up, get a whacked
Pulled up, a nigga ho
Pluto running the racks

I you die a gangster
I you die a gangster
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 done told me that 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 my drip, yeah

got a Black Card... just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I'ma go in pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the
I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your
I'm talkin'. too cocky, I got so much
My wrist is. too rocky, they done let Wop
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, been arranged for you
I bust your and celebrate, man this champagne's for you
You're 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 you die a gangster
I you die a gangster
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody 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 my drip, yeah