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

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

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

One]
This is new, I been in this position before
Grandma crib, niggaz of her door
Different day shit, old mac new clip
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
come, test me, pussy bwoy, don't try it
Police response never fast enough to fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin son
'Fore we find out where yo' bitch get her hair and done
It's elementary, is but a dream
You know row row your boat, your blood a stream
you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
You took that paper you take a life or yo' life get took
Sometimes I sit and look at life from a angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm angel

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