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, was never in no other city I lived in
So I give all my love for Oakland, if Ima claim
Ima claim Oakland, Oakland got got the playas
got Section 8, they got Richie Rich
They got The Governor, they got Too
They got E-40, got Tha Clique
The Bay movig sum', you know what I'm sayin'?
get it twisted, it's like they got
They whole new evolution of that's comin' out
Niggas that's rappin' their heart
not takin' any other's style
They 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,
Niggas trynna make a way (make a way)
Every place I've been, it ain't shit 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 uncle Too Short from
Everybody wanna just like this
Everybody wanna just talk 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
talk, place right here, that's 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 dunno how it
I'm the man of my city, I'm expanding fo'
It's the bay the mob is the call how to live
Mac Dre was blow right before he got killed
I'm the man, finna do it, I done me a deal
They was taking my you should 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, why I'mma go
Back to the turf, like I left
Back to the kitchen, bitch, been a chef
I all around the world, ain't nothin' like the west
Know a few real niggas comin' out the
My Vallejo niggas ain't neva been a
Berkeley niggas been chips
And niggas been having bricks
My APA been with the shit

(Hook)

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

(Hook)