Luyện nghe bài hát Live & Die In The Bay

(Tupac intro)
When I got to Oakland, when 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, Oakland got they got the
got Section 8, they got Richie Rich
They got The Governor, they got Too
They got E-40, they got Tha
The Bay Area's sum', you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get it twisted, it's they got
They whole new evolution of music that's out
that's rappin' from their heart
They not any other's style
They do it!

(Hook)
To and die in the Bay (it's the place 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 been, it ain't shit like 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
wanna sound just like 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, right here, that's no lie, I swear
Ask Philmore Slip, uh, he'll tell you it's
I 200 & she set my appeal
I can be a hater, I dunno how it feel
I'm the man of my city, I'm expanding fo'
It's the bay where the mob is the call how to
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 on me and my nigga
it poppin', that's Chris go
Fresh outta jail, why I'mma go
to the turf, like I neva 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 niggas ain't neva been a bitch
Berkeley been getting chips
And niggas been having bricks
My APA niggas been with the

(Hook)

(Kool John)
I say I the Bay but I'mma die in the rich
I'm a high ass nigga, die with a zip
I'mma die with some money, my daughter a wheel
Where you from around hard to kill
this independent grind, fuck a record deal
Man, 'em cookies and that swerve me hecka still
I pop a bottle, take a sip and let the rest
I'm chargin' for my services, tryna stack up a
I keep my in line, like a fire drill
And every I get payed 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)