Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wanna Die

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

Now here's a 'bout a young kid
Had everything in life, never had to ask for nothing 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 a chick named Latoya
But did he know, Latoya was a hoe
Lot of 'bout Latoya he don't know
She fucked with some nigga Bo who so blow

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

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

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

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think fly
Then wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then wanna 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
niggas outta school and poison they brain

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

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

Word to mother, he got contract killers, niggas
killed up a whole fifth of conic liquor
Skipped town thinking they wouldn't harm that
Found out they know where mom's at nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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