Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You could catch P back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) in the club
Won't catch me with the without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin
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 stick him
Cause they know I niggaz like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we them
Caught him fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all of shit
Keeps me where I wanna be, get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my is with this
And check how we set up shop to get our
Niggaz study our verse like college (word)
We know you our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

[H] Y'all niggaz ain't to die
Why the fuck they frontin like is?
[P] Cause they be like the reals
And be amongst the thugs do this for real
[H] Y'all ain't ready to die
Why the fuck frontin like they is?
[P] you wanna 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 anything else the spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) you cause I can
Believe me my don't give a damn what you been through
a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never gave a about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your in things don't concern you
grown man business, y'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my off the grip
so clean 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)