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 P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the without cuffs
Can't press me into no position
spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but stick him
Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we them
Caught him fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
in my system, all types of shit
Keeps me where I be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is this
And check how we set up to get our chips
study our verse like college kids (word)
We know you our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, and nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and
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 a damn what you been through
a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) in thermal
Don't put your nose in don't concern you
grown man business, y'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the
I'm a nigga, don't get too close
Or I might think you on me, I'm cockin the toast
The game so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath,
(Yeah right, uh-huh)