Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You could catch P back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the
Won't catch me the police without cuffs
Can't press me no threatenin position
Probably spot me, steppin out the spot tough
Catch P his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but stick him
Cause they I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake at the bar, we was gettin them
in my system, all types of shit
Keeps me where I wanna be, get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is this
And how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz study our verse like 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 they frontin like is?
[P] Cause they wanna be like the
And be amongst the that do this for real
[H] Y'all ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they frontin they is?
[P] Cause you do it like Hav'
And do it P, but mad shit missin

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