Luyện nghe bài hát Live & Die In The Bay

(Tupac intro)
When I got to Oakland, that's I learned the game
And I saw it, I saw it Oakland, I saw it living in Oakland, I saw it thriving in Oakland
And that's, that was in no other city I lived in
So I give all my for Oakland, if Ima claim somewhere
Ima claim Oakland, Oakland got they got the
They got Section 8, they got Rich
They got The Governor, got Too Short
They got E-40, got Tha Clique
The Bay Area's movig sum', you know I'm sayin'?
get it twisted, it's like they got
They whole new evolution of music comin' out
Niggas rappin' from their heart
They not any other's style
just do it!

(Hook)
To and die in the Bay (it's the place to be)
You gotta be here to it (everybody wanna see)
To and die in the Bay
To and die in the Bay

(Rayven Justice)
To and die in the Bay,
Niggas trynna make a way (make a way)
Every I've been, it ain't shit like where I stay
Oakland is where I'm from, first place to go stupid, go dumb
On mamas, if ya didn't know, it's the same place uncle Too from
Everybody sound just like this
wanna just talk like this
Everybody wanna just dance like
why... I say...

(Hook)

(Show Banga)
(Bay Area) Uh, to lay it down, go
If only you'd really know, all the game that I can
Real talk, place right here, that's no lie, I
Ask Philmore Slip, uh, tell you it's real
I sold 200 & she set my
I can be a hater, I dunno how it feel
I'm the man of my city, I'm expanding fo'
It's the bay where the mob is the call how to
Mac Dre was finna blow right he got killed
I'm the man, finna do it, I done signed me a
They was taking my style you tellem 'to chill'

(Hook)

(J Stalin)
Hella bad on my line, tho
All I'm sayn, don't frisk on me and my
it poppin', that's Chris go
Fresh outta jail, that's why go
Back to the turf, I neva left
Back to the kitchen, bitch, been a chef
I been all around the world, ain't nothin' like the
Know a few real niggas comin' out the
My Vallejo ain't neva been a bitch
Berkeley niggas getting chips
And city niggas been having
My APA niggas with the shit

(Hook)

(Kool John)
I say I from the Bay but I'mma die in the
I'm a ass nigga, I'mma die with a zip
I'mma die with some money, need my daughter a
Where you from around niggas to kill
Lovin' this grind, fuck a record deal
Man, 'em cookies and that swerve me hecka still
I pop a bottle, take a sip and let the spill
I'm for my services, tryna stack up a mill
I keep my hoes in line, a fire drill
And every time I get payed I the chronic wheel
And the bay bitches got it and I have it
You can me in the riches, die to ride 'em

(Hook)