Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You could catch P laid back, in triple black
Or catch him swingin pain(?) in the club
Won't catch me the police without cuffs
Can't press me into no position
Probably me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants, it's of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but stick him
Cause know I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them
Source at the events, y'know we hittin them
Caught him spendin hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all of shit
me where I wanna 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 kids (word)
We know you our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

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

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