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
Then Ima die a G
Throw your up in the sky just 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
Sendin shots at me, Im em back
So I ride around the town the gun in my lap

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

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

(Verse 2)
Feel Im Tarzan, aw man, my girl Jane
My homies like the animals we all bang
Lookin for this coward cause he owe me small change
Heard he in the spot,
How you gon gamble you owe me homie?
I ran up in the card game with that thing
Im puttin dots on heads while they playing poker
I aint with yall lames,
Man I gave them niggas polka dots like
Sayin killers, man when they gon start killin
When blood spillin yall start sayin yall chillin
Let them outta town catch yall slippin
Pump work on the block, food outta yall kitchen
Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of women
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 feelings hard

(Hook)
If my death is anything my life
Ima die like a G
Throw your up in the sky just for me
I live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
what! Hit you up with the Mack
Nigga what! You aint fuckin Pap
Sendin shots at me, Im bustin em
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 guppies out the tank and let you dry
Kill you piranhas at the of an eye
But I thinkin bout you I got some bigger fish to fry
Cause when a nigga live the thug life and hit em
The family always blame the person who with em
So if you was with homie and yall got hit up
And he aint 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 whip I aint gon scream and
Ima lead em to his death, thats Im about
my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt
These niggas followin the whip, must think Im a slouch
Ima ride through the block, by the club
When you see the car me, air that shit out

(Hook)
If my death is anything 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 the Mack
Nigga what! You aint with Pap
Sendin shots at me, Im bustin em
So I ride around the town the gun in my lap