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 like my life
Then Ima die a G
Throw your hammers up in the sky for me
I dont live in the Stuy, the Stuy in me
what! Hit you up with the Mack
Nigga what! You aint with Pap
Sendin at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride the town with the gun in my lap

(Verse 1)
Ayo my is my life, my word is my bond
You the 2-5, Ima pull the FoFo long
Niggas cant my reign, my buzz too strong
I was here when you came, Ill be here when you
Keep talkin like you tough when singin ya song
I blow ya off, make the morgue sow it back on
catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn
Thats why the most bodies get in the early morn
the body gets scooped up and shipped to the morgue
The killer go in the crib and pillow to his girl
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 get warned
Always gotta be right, just admit you wrong
Say you gon through the hood and blow your chromes
But you just bop the hood and blow your horn

(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 with the
Nigga what! You aint with Pap
shots at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride the town with the gun in my lap

(Verse 2)
Feel like Im Tarzan, aw man, my Jane
My homies wild the animals we all bang
Lookin for this coward cause he owe me small change
he in the gambling spot,
How you gon gamble while you owe me
I ran up in the card game with that thing
Im puttin dots on they heads while they playing
I aint playin with lames,
Man I gave them niggas polka dots Charmane
Sayin killers, man when they gon start killin
blood starts spillin yall start sayin yall chillin
Let them outta town niggas catch yall
Pump work on the block, took food outta yall
Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of women
You runnin round talkin bout you aint got no hard
You aint got no hard feelings youre really a broad
nigga soft, I dont feel him if his feelings aint hard

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

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

(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 aint with Pap
Sendin at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the with the gun in my lap