Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

Yeah..
Y'all niggaz ready to die
Why the fuck frontin like they is?

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You could catch P laid back, in triple black
Or catch him swingin pain(?) in the club
Won't me with the police without cuffs
Can't me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot
Catch P fixin his pants, cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't him
they know I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin
Drugs in my system, all of shit
Keeps me where I be, don't get me started on that
peep how aggressive my niggaz is with this
And how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz study our verse college kids (word)
We you love 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 wanna be the reals
And be amongst the thugs that do for real
[H] Y'all niggaz ain't 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 niggaz is pussy, and ain't nothin in ya
Rapid empty the clip, reload and continue
If not anything the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you I can
me my hammer don't give a damn what you been through
It's a cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your in things don't concern you
This grown man business, y'all niggaz so
I'm in the cut, analyzin you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark, and clap my heat off the grip
so clean you can eat off the shit
I'm a nigga, don't get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm cockin the
The game so I killed the ref
fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)