Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wanna Die

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

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

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

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

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

Drawers all soaked up 'cuz that pissed
Full force, cocked-back the rap shit
Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps cried
But deep down this nigga didn'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
Niggas get a bit of loot, then think 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
This pushing 30 and still in the game
He won't change, all he do is sniff
niggas outta school and poison they brain

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

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

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

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

The last story is Samantha, type of that you pamper
Got a lot of junk in her pamper, was a panther
Her mom's some 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 Beijing

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

Back-shots, yo don't budge
all the niggas that Samantha done fucked
Lotta kids, she can twist 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 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

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