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 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
Nigga what! You aint with Pap
shots at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the town 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
Niggas stop my reign, my buzz too strong
I was when you came, Ill be here when you gone
Keep talkin like you when youre singin ya song
I blow ya head off, make the sow it back on
Niggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the
why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn
When the body gets scooped up and shipped to the
The killer go in the and pillow 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 arguments somebody get warned
Always gotta be right, just admit when you
Say you gon through the hood and blow your chromes
But you just bop through the hood and blow your

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

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

(Hook)
If my death is anything like my
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
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 3)
Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and you die
Take you out the fish tank and let you dry
Kill you piranhas at the of an eye
But I aint thinkin bout you I got bigger fish to fry
Cause when a nigga the thug life and somebody hit em
The family always wanna blame the who with em
So if you was with your homie and got hit up
And he aint make it and you make it you better grip up
Now its more homicide, bloodshed
Cause all they really know is why you aint dead
A nigga follow my whip I aint gon and shout
Ima lead em to his death, thats Im about
Call my on the cell, you chillin no doubt
These followin the whip, they 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 is anything like my life
Ima die like 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 aint with Pap
Sendin at me, Im bustin em back
So I ride around the with the gun in my lap