Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wanna Die

Uh check it out, yeah, let me tell you a little
A little couple street tales, on the shit I be
'Cuz yo I'm from Harlem and I see shit yo
Like this, it uh

Now here's a story 'bout a kid
Had in life, never had to ask for nothing more than twice
His pops was getting his, moms was a
And his ball game had him draft to the hoier's

He fell in love with a chick Latoya
But did he know, Latoya was a hoe
Lot of shit Latoya he don't know
She fucked with some nigga named Bo who so

The day he found out, the town out
Ran up on Bo and his ass got out,
But yo when he came through he seen the in disguise
It was Bo with the in his eyes

Mack 11 on the side, him and seven other
And every last one of niggas ready to ride
Beside the fact that cat in the mix
Jaw all broke up but that could be

all soaked up 'cuz that nigga pissed
Full force, cocked-back the rap shit
Now perhaps flipped or perhaps nigga cried
But down this nigga didn't really wanna die

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then they fly
Then wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then they fly
Then they claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die

Now here's a story 'bout another nigga, by the name of
nigga pushing 30 and still in the game
He change, all he do is sniff cocaine
Recruit niggas outta school and poison they

I'm saying any nigga fucking with
This had you hustling in the rain
Or bust a nigga brain this dude was menacin'
But these dominance could finish him black

'Cuz he didn't finish them packs, finish that weight
That kid he had picture, ten in the face
Him and his ace, walk round with mack ten in his
But pop never a disgrace

to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggas
They killed up a fifth of conic liquor
town thinking they wouldn't harm that nigga
Found out they know where your at nigga

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't die

The last story is Samantha, type of chick that you
Got a lot of junk in her pamper, pops was a
Her some happy camper
That thought the world of Samantha

to Atlanta at the age of 18
Got a couple girls and formed the A-team
Some playthings, in blazing
Her and her girlfriend may ling from

They was harassing the scrubs
Everybody knew 'bout and clubs
Gullable, get Samantha some
And you can take her and get Samantha some love

Back-shots, yo Samantha don't
all the niggas that Samantha done fucked
Lotta kids, she can lotta ways
Till she out she HIV positive

get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but really don't wanna die

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really wanna die