Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

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

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

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 a motherfucking trip

Future]
Man I'm off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me 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 they my drip, yeah

[Verse 1:
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the
Somebody playing, got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you dip
the block with the AK, I heard everything 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 your luck it ain't
I'ma put these niggas beneath me
I make my way the east
My plug 10 the molly
I put main in the knotty
I double barrel the shotty
You faking with some riders
You lucky they ain't hit your
A lot of in my body
Got me smoking
up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga
up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the

[Hook:
I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a
I hope he die a
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 understand why they glorify my drip,

2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a black card just to go in the
as I go in your 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 is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I'm talking plug talk, 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 champagne's for you
You're gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain't the 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 pissed off, 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 understand why they my drip, yeah