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 for Oakland, if Ima claim somewhere
Ima claim Oakland, got they got the playas
They got 8, they got Richie Rich
They got The Governor, got Too Short
They got E-40, they got Tha
The Bay movig sum', you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get it twisted, like they got
They whole new of music that's comin' out
Niggas that's rappin' from heart
They not any other's style
They do it!

(Hook)
To and die in the Bay (it's the place to be)
You be here 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 where I'm from, place to go stupid, go dumb
On mamas, if ya know, it's the same place uncle Too Short from
Everybody wanna sound just this
Everybody wanna just like this
Everybody wanna just dance this
why... I say...

(Hook)

(Show Banga)
(Bay Area) Uh, to lay it down, go
If you'd really know, like all the game that I can
Real talk, place 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 fo' real
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 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, frisk on me and my nigga
Keep it poppin', Chris go
Fresh outta jail, that's why go
to the turf, like I neva left
Back to the kitchen, bitch, been a chef
I been all around the world, nothin' like the west
Know a few niggas comin' out the ricks
My Vallejo niggas neva been a bitch
niggas been getting chips
And city been having bricks
My APA niggas been with the

(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 money, need my daughter a wheel
Where you from around niggas to kill
Lovin' this independent grind, fuck a deal
Man, 'em cookies and that swerve made me still
I pop a bottle, a sip and let the rest spill
I'm chargin' for my services, stack up a mill
I keep my in line, like a fire 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)