Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

[Intro:
Better he die a gangster
Better hope he die a
Super, out of here,

Future]
I hope he die a
I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on these
out a headshot, put 'em holes 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 to my neck piece?
What you do to my neck piece?
What you do to my neck piece?

I do my thing, I do my thing, I my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the
We got a auto, you the desperado this a motherfucking trip

Future]
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain't
Man I off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can't even understand why they glorify my drip,

[Verse 1:
60k on sip, 100 in the clip
playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you dip
the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a
you niggas I'm a beast
If you try your luck it ain't
put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the
My 10 with the molly
I put your in the knotty
I double barrel the shotty
You pump faking with some
You lucky they ain't hit mama
A lot of pain in my
Got me marijuana
Pulled up in his side of
Pulled up, get a whacked
Pulled up, a nigga ho
Pulled up through the racks

[Hook:
I hope he die a gangster, I he die a gangster
I he die a gangster
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, ain't real
Man I off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can't even understand why they my drip, yeah

2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a black card just to go in the
Soon as I go in your jump go in your pocket
call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the grinch that stole Christmas, I go in your stocking
I'm too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they let Wop loose
I'm talking talk, this don't pertain to you
Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for
You got a with my shooters it didn't arrange for you
I bust your and celebrate, man this champagne's for you
You're talking but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, ain't the gang for you
Wop

[Hook:
I he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I he die a gangster
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 off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah