Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

[Bridge:
I hope he die a
I hope you plan on game, there's too blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put 'em in an asshole
I'm running on X pills, I'm out of
I'm on X pills, I'm out of control
you do to my neck piece? 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 crush on you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the
We got a semi auto, you the desperado a motherfucking trip

[Hook:
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody get killed
All of my done told 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 understand why they glorify my drip,

1: Future]
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
Gram of and a leaf
Told you niggas I'm a
If you try your luck it sweet
I'ma put these niggas right me
I make my way the east
My plug 10 the molly
I put your in the knotty
I double with the shotty
You pump faking with riders
You they ain't hit your mama
A lot of in my body
Got me smoking
up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a whacked
up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up through the racks

Future]
I he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get
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 even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci
Just got a black card just to go in the
Soon as I go in your jump I'ma go in pocket
They call me East Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the grinch that Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I'm talking too cocky, I got so much
My wrist is too rocky, they let Wop loose
I'm talking plug talk, this don't to you
Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use for fuel
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 gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you
FBG and 1017, this ain't the gang for you
Wop

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