Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Or Die

[AZ the
Yeah, New York Undercover
Whole lotta things changed...
Yeah, there's a lot of people black eyes in the game
Knahmean? Time to do though...

it
I had a block locked, but took a now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to these streets
And I will grow cause I'm an old
I bring the to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama
I got a look Tevin Campbell
But still I gamble, and scramble
Cause money is muscles in damn zoo
And in order to it, you gotta take it
Be the boom blast bend or break it but don't fake it
That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas I spilt
Took they built, flippin they drug game on tilt
Cause in New York, drugs is a sport
You sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort
Either way you're
And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it; is the limit
No being some motherfucker's lieutenant
Shit, from this point how I feel, I wanna fly
Yeah, either doe or die

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It's like a jungle
like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me
How I keep from going

[AZ the
And all hoods I with mix slang in they language
Love, kickin that gang shit, sellin on the strip
Hustlin hard, no matter how much we
So dedicated, our dreams are drug related
Shit, bananas, not even the cops can stand us
Cause of the way we vanish, they come to can us
25 we get the money live - fuck all that jive
The streets is our only source to
And before any teeny-boppers about tryin to stop us
I rather put your head, through the of a helicopter
Cause all my peeps be for keeps
Straight out the litter, so
these bandits don't even need
Bringin the ruckus, like mad motherfuckers
Move at like truckers
When suckers see us, duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to things a man'll, try
It's doe or die

[AZ the
And since I was a tarface baby, watchin Scarface
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car
A fat connect with a kingpin
props from crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in
Keepin my toaster in a shoulder
Havin hoes playin me closer, on a silk sofa
the life of the rich and trife
Rugged but sharp a kitchen knife
stress from some bitchin wife
What a life, why I be on what I be on
ready to war for a score that's sure to put me on
And until then, I won't seal in I'm feelin
It was that I cried, but now its spillin
I'm goin all out, until I fallout; so much of a
when I finish milkin New York I'll to fall out
On the run, cause I feds'll try to knock me
and railroad my soul to a if they got me
But not me, I'm goin out fightin I fry
From hot lead no lie, I said it's either doe or die

[AZ the
the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the
A status depends on salary

[AZ the
If not why not
Either you're in it, or in the way Baby Pah
New yields, no
I it all..

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