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
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
Nigga what! You fuckin with Pap
Sendin shots at me, Im bustin em
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 long
Niggas cant stop my reign, my buzz too
I was here when you came, Ill be here you gone
Keep talkin like you tough youre singin ya song
I ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on
Niggas catch in the night, and slip in the dawn
Thats why the most bodies get dropped in the early
When the body gets up and shipped to the morgue
The go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl
Baby mom say she gon send him he belong
Call the cops thats what happens when the is scorned
At the end of most arguments get warned
Always gotta be right, admit when you wrong
Say you gon ride through the hood and blow chromes
But you just bop through the hood and your horn

(Hook)
If my death is anything like my
Ima die like a G
Throw 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 aint with Pap
Sendin at me, Im bustin em back
So I around the town with the gun in my lap

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

(Hook)
If my death is anything my life
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 the Mack
Nigga what! You fuckin with 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 tank and let you dry
you piranhas 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 always wanna blame the 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 homicide, more bloodshed
Cause all they really wanna is why you aint dead
A nigga follow my whip I aint gon scream and
Ima em to his death, thats what Im about
Call my homie on the cell, you chillin no
These niggas followin the whip, they must think Im a
Ima ride through the block, by the club
you see the car behind 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 dont live in the Stuy, the live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up with the
Nigga what! You aint fuckin Pap
shots at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the town the gun in my lap