Luyện nghe bài hát Live & Die In The Bay

(Tupac intro)
When I got to Oakland, that's when I learned the
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 other city I in
So I give all my for Oakland, if Ima claim 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 sum', you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get it twisted, it's they got
They whole new of music that's comin' out
Niggas that's rappin' their heart
They not any other's style
They do it!

(Hook)
To live and die in the Bay (it's the 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,
Niggas grinding trynna a way (make a way)
place I've been, it ain't shit like where I stay
East Oakland is where I'm from, first place to go stupid, go
On mamas, if ya know, it's the same place uncle Too Short from
Everybody wanna sound like this
Everybody wanna just talk 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, all the game that I can
Real talk, place here, that's no lie, I swear
Ask Philmore Slip, uh, he'll tell you it's
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
the bay where the mob is the call how to live
Mac Dre was finna blow before he got killed
I'm the man, do it, I done signed me a deal
They was taking my style you should 'to chill'

(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 jail, that's why I'mma go
to the turf, like I neva left
Back to the kitchen, bitch, I've been a
I all around the world, ain't nothin' like the west
Know a few real comin' out the ricks
My Vallejo niggas ain't neva a bitch
Berkeley niggas been chips
And city niggas having bricks
My APA niggas been the shit

(Hook)

(Kool John)
I say I from the Bay but die in the rich
I'm a ass nigga, I'mma 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 swerve made me hecka still
I pop a bottle, take a sip and let the spill
I'm chargin' for my services, stack up a mill
I keep my hoes in line, a fire drill
And every I get payed I hear the chronic wheel
And the bay bitches got it and I have it
You can me in the riches, die to ride 'em

(Hook)