Luyện nghe bài hát Die like a G

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

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

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

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

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

(Verse 3)
Cause you sharks out the ocean, and watch 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
when a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit em
The family wanna blame the person who with em
So if you was with homie and yall got hit up
And he make it and you make it then you better grip up
Now its more homicide, bloodshed
Cause all they really wanna know is why you aint
A nigga follow my I aint gon scream and shout
Ima em to his death, thats what Im about
Call my on the cell, you chillin no doubt
These niggas the whip, they 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 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 fuckin with Pap
Sendin at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the with the gun in my lap