Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

[Bridge:
I hope he die a
I hope you on game, there's too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put 'em holes in an
I'm on X pills, I'm out of control
I'm running on X pills, I'm out of
What you do to my neck Woah
you do to my neck piece? 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 Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the
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 flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip,
They can't even why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1:
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the
Somebody playing, they got
Went I hit the Tec you dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got
Gram of and a leaf
Told you niggas I'm a
If you try your luck it sweet
I'ma put these right beneath me
I make my way throughout the
My 10 with the molly
I put your main in the
I double barrel the shotty
You faking with some riders
You lucky ain't hit your mama
A lot of in my body
Got me marijuana
Pulled up in his of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga
up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up through the racks

Future]
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, somebody outta get
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
can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci
Just got a black just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your I'ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma 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 plug talk, this don't pertain to you
I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man champagne's for you
You're talking gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the for you
This FBG and 1017, ain't the gang for you
Wop

[Hook:
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, 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 can't even understand why glorify my drip, yeah