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 like my
Ima die like a G
Throw your up in the sky just for me
I live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up the Mack
what! You aint fuckin with Pap
Sendin shots at me, Im em back
So I around the town with the gun in my lap

(Verse 1)
Ayo my is my life, my word is my bond
You pull the 2-5, Ima the FoFo long
Niggas cant stop my reign, my too strong
I was here when you came, Ill be when you gone
Keep talkin you tough when youre 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 get dropped in the early morn
When the body gets scooped up and to the morgue
The killer go in the crib and talk to his girl
Baby mom say she gon send him he belong
Call the cops thats what happens when the woman is
At the end of most arguments somebody get
Always be right, just admit when you wrong
Say you gon ride the hood and blow your chromes
But you just bop through the hood and blow horn

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

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

(Hook)
If my is anything like my life
Then Ima die a G
Throw your 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 fuckin Pap
shots at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the town the gun in my lap

(Verse 3)
Cause snatch you out the ocean, and watch you die
Take you guppies out the fish and let you dry
Kill you at the blink of an eye
But I aint thinkin bout you I got some fish to fry
Cause when a nigga live the life and somebody hit em
The family always wanna the person who with em
So if you was with your homie and got hit up
And he aint make it and you make it then you grip up
Now its more homicide, bloodshed
Cause all they wanna know is why you aint dead
A nigga follow my I aint gon scream and shout
Ima lead em to his death, thats what Im
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 club
When you see the car behind me, air that out

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