Luyện nghe bài hát Intro/bomb First (my Second Reply)

In today's news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter movement

Although no one knows the exact of the new album
tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to the character
Of not Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at
Excuse me Makaveli's assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York
of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other sounding motherfuckers
are understandably shaken up by this
The question wants to know is
Why'd they get this started?
Tupac, rather was not available for comment
But released statement

It's not East or West
about niggaz and bitches
Power and money, riders and
side are you on?

Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit

These is still fuckin' talkin'?
You still breathin'?
Fuckin' roaches,
Aight, it's the on you

All day
You muthafuckas
The shit
Style
the Don
Solo

It

Allow me to introduce
the Don
Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual,
Like the Holy

get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we
Survival
Money plans

Pistol closing
Pockets
Let me the topic
Then we it

Expose Snakes 'cuz they breath
See me
Located wide
Like the art of

I think I'm than any
My attitude is
in the dope fiends titty
And city you'll find me

Looking for
behind me
My outlaw
to die for me

Naw I mean

I hit the
Niggas for my Guillotine Stare
I'm right
My word

A night mare
high
Let me see the sun rise and
is for my dogs

Down to die for
Extreme
No
we all up in 'em

Cut 'em
To hell is we send them
My team
to explode

die
Murder lyrically
And I'm not cry
Me

A leader
Never the block
without my
Two big
I call Mobb bitch

eaters
And I whimper till I'm gone
Life
Running my veins
So I'm

Ha ha ha

Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and
Oh, how do we do niggas
But I'm not cry
I'm a Bad Boy

die too
Looking out for Deep
Nigga I find you
Weak muthafuckas don't deserve to
How many niggas to die for me

Yeah,

West Coast
Comin' behind ya
Should've fucked wit me
I money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest my Row Doggs free
Bomb

We Bomb first when we
Please, 'fo you die
We didn't even come to nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my or your life
And I'm a first

We Bomb first when we
Please, 'fo you die
We didn't even come to nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my or your life
And I'm a first

For so many and some many ways
We've been duckin'
to live us
But we still some Bad Boy

Got to lose, got no where to go
I only got one home see me on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the
and I be a on a mission, suptitude

But never do
ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch, I'm dyin' choice

Kamikaze than a mothafuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made
Tell me if you ain't in rap game
For the mothafuckin'' man

Then is ya mothafuckin'' purpose
None for
Idi Amin born
until the day I decided to bomb first bitch

Young

Yer wack as ever
Like you was patent leather
Cause a massive
niggas lack, you ain't terrel

Half half drug kingpen
Yer tellin' fairy son
New York like you the mothafuckin'' one
But I'm from we don't play that shit

From the Claire down to Bricks
All my niggas chips
Gettin'
Even though it's

to creep through these halls abroad without scar by [unverified]
With no signs cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the one with the nine
ready to put in my

Shoot first, look at there burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear no shit evening, believe me

We Bomb when we ride
Please, 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my or your life
And I'm a bomb

We Bomb when we ride
Please, 'fo you die
We didn't even to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But my life or your life
And I'm a bomb

We Bomb first when we
Please, 'fo you die
G's and niggas on tha rise

And bomb