Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You could catch P laid back, in triple trucks
Or catch him pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin
Probably 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 shoot niggaz like Rick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we them
Caught him spendin 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
peep how aggressive my niggaz is with this
And how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz study our like college kids (word)
We know you our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, and nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and
If not anything else the four-pound'll ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you I can
Believe me my hammer don't a damn what you been through
It's a cold cold world, my whole was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) 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 fools is
Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the
so clean you can eat off the shit
I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too
Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm the toast
The cutthroat so I killed the ref
Mobb off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)