Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Supposed To Die 2nite

50
Ah-ha man! Ay you know where them be at right?
{*click-clack*} me to 'em

[Chorus: 50
All the hood I keep hearin niggaz sayin
- I'm supposed to die
Niggaz done put a hit out and they talkin the shit okay
- I'm down to ride
We rollin, stolen, AK golden
- I'm to ride tonight
smokin, straight loc'n, lock and loadin
- Somebody gon' die

One]
This is new, I been in this position before
crib, niggaz outside of her door
Different day same shit, old mac new
32 hollow-tips, gloves, no grip
I'm a boss, but never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin, have 'em tongue-kissin my tec
Gwan come, test me, bwoy, don't try it
Police response never fast to shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you with son
we find out where yo' bitch get her hair and nails done
It's elementary, is but a dream
You row row your boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the
You that paper you take a life or yo' life get took bitch
Sometimes I sit and look at life a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm angel

[Verse
In 2002, if you asked me to a wish
I woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said, "Damn - niggaz stick me for my paper"
"And pray for my downfall," I it all
But me, I'm a little flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a
I'm on that Kevlar and vest shit, that wild wild West
There's eighty-one one carat in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers kill me
Every projects in every hood I go, they me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is B
I don't talk rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
I come out to play, and my mob ain't with me
You can bet bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin on me'll shorten lifespan
Hold the mic my left, my knife in my right hand
YEAH!