Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

Yeah..
Y'all ain't 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 police without
Can't press me into no position
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 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 is with this
And how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz study our verse like college (word)
We know you love our style, get off our
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, and ain't gangsta in ya
Rapid fire the clip, reload and continue
If not else the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you (uh-huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a damn what you through
It's a cold world, my whole life was a winter
gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in don't concern you
This grown man business, niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while you fools is
my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so 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 cockin the
The game so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)