Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

[Bridge:
I he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, too much blood on these fingers
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 Woah
What you do to my neck Woah
What you do to my neck piece?

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a on when you was real
We eat for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado this a motherfucking

[Hook:
Man I'm off, I'm pissed 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 on the whip, yeah
They can't even why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1:
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the
playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got
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
I'ma put niggas right beneath me
I my way throughout the east
My plug 10 the molly
I put main in the knotty
I barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some
You lucky they hit your mama
A lot of pain in my
Got me marijuana
Pulled up in his of trenches
Pulled up, get a whacked
up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up through the racks

Future]
I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a
I he die a gangster
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 flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip,
They can't even why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci
Just got a black just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in jump I'ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma up the profit
I'm the that stole Christmas, I might 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 plug talk, don't pertain to you
Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for
You got a meeting my shooters it didn't arrange for you
I bust head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you
You're talking gangster but 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 outta get
All of my instincts done told me that niggas, they 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