Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

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

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

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

[Verse 1:
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the
Somebody playing, they got
I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it me one hour, she got drip
of kush and a leaf
Told you I'm a beast
If you try your it ain't sweet
I'ma put niggas right beneath me
I my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the
I put your main in the
I double barrel the shotty
You pump faking with riders
You lucky they ain't hit mama
A lot of pain in my
Got me marijuana
up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga
Pulled up, took a ho
Pulled up running through the

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 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 glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Mane]
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 grinch that Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I'm talking too cocky, I got so juice
My wrist is too rocky, they let Wop loose
I'm talking plug talk, this pertain to you
I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting 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 hope he die a
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 on the whip, yeah
They can't even understand why they my drip, yeah