Luyện nghe bài hát Live & Die In The Bay

(Tupac intro)
When I got to Oakland, that's when I learned the
And I just saw it, I saw it Oakland, I saw it living in Oakland, I saw it thriving in
And that's, that was never in no city I lived in
So I give all my love for Oakland, if Ima claim
Ima claim Oakland, Oakland got they got the
They got 8, they got Richie Rich
got The Governor, they got Too Short
They got E-40, got Tha Clique
The Bay Area's movig sum', you know what I'm
Don't get it twisted, like they got
They whole new evolution of music comin' out
Niggas that's from their heart
They not takin' any style
just do it!

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

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)