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 never in no city I lived in
So I give all my love for Oakland, if Ima somewhere
Ima claim Oakland, got they got the playas
They got Section 8, they got Rich
They got The Governor, they got Too
They got E-40, got Tha Clique
The Bay Area's movig sum', you know I'm sayin'?
Don't get it twisted, like they got
They new evolution of music that's comin' out
Niggas that's from their heart
They not takin' any other's
They do it!

(Hook)
To live and die in the Bay (it's the to be)
You gotta be here to know it (everybody 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 like I stay
East Oakland is where I'm from, first to go stupid, go dumb
On mamas, if ya didn't know, the same place uncle Too Short from
wanna sound just like this
Everybody 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 know, like all the game that I can
talk, place right here, that's no lie, I swear
Ask Philmore Slip, uh, he'll tell you 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 finna right before 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
Keep it poppin', Chris go
outta jail, that's why I'mma go
Back to the turf, I neva left
to the kitchen, bitch, I've been a chef
I all around the world, ain't nothin' like the west
Know a few real comin' out the ricks
My niggas ain't neva been a bitch
niggas been getting chips
And niggas been having bricks
My APA niggas with the shit

(Hook)

(Kool John)
I say I the Bay but I'mma die in the rich
I'm a ass nigga, I'mma die with a zip
I'mma die with some money, need my a wheel
Where you around niggas hard to kill
Lovin' this independent grind, fuck a record
Man, 'em cookies and that swerve made me still
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, a fire 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, I'mma die to 'em

(Hook)