Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

Yeah..
Y'all ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they like they is?

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You could catch P back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without
press me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me, steppin out the tree tough
Catch P fixin his pants, it's of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't him
Cause they know I shoot niggaz Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we them
Caught him spendin hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
in my system, all types of shit
Keeps me where I wanna be, get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my is with this
And how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz study our verse college kids (word)
We know you our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

[H] Y'all ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they frontin they is?
[P] Cause they be like the reals
And be amongst the thugs that do for real
[H] Y'all niggaz ready to die
Why the they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause you do it like Hav'
And do it P, but mad shit missin

Y'all niggaz is pussy, and ain't gangsta in ya
fire empty the clip, reload and continue
If not else the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a what you been through
It's a cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) in thermal
Don't put your nose in things concern you
This grown man business, y'all niggaz so
I'm in the cut, analyzin while you is wildin
Pickin my mark, and I'ma my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the
I'm a paranoid nigga, get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm the toast
The game cutthroat so I the ref
fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)