Luyện nghe bài hát Make Sure They Bleed

Spoken
(smoking & coughing)
God damn!
This goes out to you bitch ass speaking bad on the dead
This goes out to my makaveli
I wanna say what's up to my makaveli
in playa pieces
die...daily

1:
Live the lifestyle
Seeing get smothered
my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter
Bred being a dealer, natural born thug nigga
Ballin' mob figures, soldiers and real killas
Tellin' my homies we hit the weed
me if I die by my enemies
Make sure bleed
Put their faces on the front
a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge
And tell 'em bossalini called the
Still lookin for them ass niggas that murdered my homie pac
Locked up my major pain
Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a niggas
You jealous muthafuckas got me strapped
I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death at my back
I'm going crazy, seeing shit that real
Drunk and shootin' at niggas that I done killed

Trying to get to ghetto heaven I'm born to die
Hopin' the lord see my reason when he asks me why
Trying to get to ghetto cause I'm born to die
Hopin' the will see my reason when he asks me why
sure they bleed
Make sure bleed
If I die by my make sure they bleed

2:
Should they speak on a when he dead
Cause when he's all the drama you spittin get your muthafuckin weed

Get your while you still on this earth
Born sinnin' from
hearses cursing the turf
Carrying bodies to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the nigga, it's vietnam
Keep killa partners with you but don't keep them too close
some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost
And have you watch your body, lookin' at your full of holes
Cause some niggas to be friends and foes
Who really
It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you you sleeping
And I'm to catch 'em creepin'
Bitch ass niggas get to die their eyes open
The real drama is two guns smokin'

3:
Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug
Felonies, 60 g's for 2
? ? ? we all
When it to the root of the evil we all down
crying with tears made a cop ? ? ?
Lord, what about the of the pen in the gun tower
Is he going to hell for killin' escapin'?
Or going crazy his freedoms takin'?
Born sinning, niggas dying with their on
I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their on
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying
All the o.g. niggas giving game to thug
If them niggas catch you slipping your ass is gone
Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for dome