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
what! Hit you up with the Mack
Nigga what! You 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 bond is my life, my word is my
You pull the 2-5, Ima pull the FoFo
Niggas stop my reign, my buzz too strong
I was here when you came, Ill be here you gone
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
Thats why the most get dropped in the early morn
When the body gets scooped up and to the morgue
The go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl
Baby mom say she gon him where he belong
Call the cops what happens when the woman is scorned
At the end of most arguments somebody get
Always gotta be right, admit when you wrong
Say you gon ride through the and blow your chromes
But you just bop through the hood and blow horn

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

(Verse 2)
Feel like Im Tarzan, aw man, my girl
My homies like the animals we all bang
Lookin for this coward cause he owe me some small
he in the gambling spot,
How you gon while you owe me homie?
I ran up in the card game with that thing
Im puttin dots on they heads they playing poker
I aint playin with lames,
Man I gave them niggas polka like Charmane
Sayin they killers, man when they gon start
blood starts spillin yall start sayin yall chillin
Let outta town niggas catch yall slippin
work on the block, took food outta yall kitchen
Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of yall
You runnin round talkin you aint got no hard feelings
You aint got no hard feelings cause really a broad
This nigga soft, I dont him if his feelings 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
what! You aint fuckin with Pap
Sendin at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the town the gun in my lap

(Verse 3)
Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and you die
you guppies out the fish tank 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 family always blame the person who with em
So if you was with your and yall got hit up
And he aint make it and you make it then you grip up
Now its more homicide, bloodshed
Cause all they really wanna is why you aint dead
A nigga follow my whip I aint gon and shout
Ima lead em to his death, thats what Im
my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt
These niggas followin the whip, must think Im a slouch
Ima through the block, by the club 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 hammers up in the sky 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 at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride the town with the gun in my lap