Luyện nghe bài hát Die like a G

(Intro)
They say you by it, die by it
The of a G

(Hook)
If my death is anything my life
Ima die like a G
Throw hammers up in the sky just for me
I dont in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up the Mack
Nigga what! You fuckin with Pap
shots at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the town the gun in my lap

(Verse 1)
Ayo my bond is my life, my is my bond
You pull the 2-5, Ima pull the long
Niggas stop my reign, my buzz too strong
I was here when you came, Ill be here when you
Keep talkin like you tough when youre singin ya
I ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on
Niggas beef in the night, and slip in the dawn
why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn
When the body gets scooped up and shipped to the
The killer go in the crib and pillow talk to his
Baby mom say she gon him where he belong
Call the thats what happens when the woman is scorned
At the end of most arguments somebody get
gotta be right, just admit when you wrong
Say you gon through the hood and blow your chromes
But you just bop through the and blow your horn

(Hook)
If my death is anything my life
Then Ima die a G
Throw hammers up in the sky just for me
I live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up the Mack
Nigga what! You fuckin with Pap
shots at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the town the gun in my lap

(Verse 2)
Feel like Im Tarzan, aw man, my girl
My homies wild like the we all bang
Lookin for coward cause he owe me some small change
Heard he in the spot,
How you gon while you owe me homie?
I ran up in the card game with that long
Im puttin dots on they heads while they poker
I playin with yall lames,
Man I gave them niggas polka like Charmane
they killers, man when they gon start killin
When starts spillin yall start sayin yall chillin
Let them town niggas catch yall slippin
Pump work on the block, took food yall kitchen
Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of yall
You runnin round talkin bout you got no hard feelings
You aint got no hard feelings cause youre a broad
This nigga soft, I feel him if his feelings aint hard

(Hook)
If my is anything like my life
Then Ima die a G
your hammers up in the sky just for me
I dont live in the Stuy, the Stuy in me
Nigga what! Hit you up the Mack
Nigga what! You aint with Pap
Sendin shots at me, Im em back
So I around the town with the gun in my lap

(Verse 3)
snatch you sharks out the ocean, and watch you die
Take you out the fish tank and let you dry
Kill you at the blink of an eye
But I aint thinkin bout you I got some bigger to fry
Cause a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit em
The family wanna blame the person who with em
So if you was your homie and yall got hit up
And he make it and you make it then you better grip up
Now its more homicide, more
Cause all really wanna know is why you aint dead
A nigga follow my I aint gon scream and shout
Ima lead em to his death, thats Im about
Call my homie on the cell, you chillin no
These niggas followin the whip, must think Im a slouch
Ima ride through the block, by the house
When you see the car me, air that shit out

(Hook)
If my death is like my life
Ima die like a G
Throw your up in the sky just for me
I dont live in the Stuy, the live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up with the
what! You aint fuckin with Pap
Sendin shots at me, Im em back
So I ride the town with the gun in my lap