Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

Yeah..
Y'all niggaz ain't to die
Why the fuck they like they is?

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You could P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) in the club
Won't catch me the police without cuffs
Can't press me no threatenin position
Probably spot me, out the tree spot tough
P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't him
Cause they know I shoot niggaz Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we them
Caught him spendin fake 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
Just peep how my niggaz is with this
And how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz our verse like college kids (word)
We you love our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, and nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, and continue
If not anything else the four-pound'll ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) you cause 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
put your nose in things don't concern you
This grown man business, y'all so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while you is wildin
Pickin my mark, and clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the
I'm a paranoid nigga, get too close
Or I might think you on me, I'm cockin the toast
The game cutthroat so I the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)