Luyện nghe bài hát Make Sure They Bleed

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

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

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

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

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

3:
Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected thug disease
Felonies, 60 g's for 2
? ? ? we all
When it comes to the root of the evil we all
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 cause his freedoms takin'?
Born sinning, niggas dying with their on
I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them with their lights on
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying
All the o.g. niggas giving game to babies
If them niggas catch you slipping than ass is gone
Take your head, ain't no vest for your dome