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 swingin pain(?) bottles in the
catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press me no threatenin position
spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but stick him
Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick and them
Source at the thug events, we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake at the bar, we was gettin them
in my system, all types of shit
Keeps me where I be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is this
And check how we set up shop to get our
Niggaz study our verse like college (word)
We know you love our style, get off our
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

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

Y'all is pussy, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and
If not else the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a damn what you through
It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a
Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in
Don't put your nose in things don't you
This man business, y'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin you fools is wildin
my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so you can eat off the shit
I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too
Or I might you schemin on me, I'm cockin the toast
The game so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)