Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

Future]
I hope he die a
I hope you plan on game, there's too much on these fingers
out a headshot, put 'em holes in an asshole
I'm on X pills, I'm out of control
I'm on X pills, I'm out of control
What you do to my piece? Woah
you do to my neck piece? Woah
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 for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado this a motherfucking

[Hook:
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get
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 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 block with the AK, I heard got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a
you niggas I'm a beast
If you try luck it ain't sweet
I'ma put these niggas right me
I make my way the east
My plug 10 with the
I put your in the knotty
I barrel with the shotty
You faking with some riders
You lucky they ain't hit your
A lot of pain in my
Got me smoking
Pulled up in his side of
up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, a nigga ho
Pulled up running 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 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

[Verse 2: Gucci
Just got a card just to go in the wallet
as I go in your jump I'ma go in your pocket
They call me Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the grinch stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I'm too cocky, I got so much juice
My is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I'm talking talk, this don't pertain to you
Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this for you
You're talking 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 he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I he die a gangster
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, 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