Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the
Won't catch me with the police without
Can't press me into no position
spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants, cause 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 hittin
him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all types of
me where I wanna be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is this
And how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz study our like college kids (word)
We you love our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

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

Y'all is pussy, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid empty the clip, reload and continue
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 a damn what you been through
It's a cold cold world, my life was a winter
gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in things don't you
grown man business, y'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while you is wildin
Pickin my mark, and clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the
I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too
Or I might think you on me, I'm cockin the toast
The game so I killed the ref
Mobb off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)