Luyện nghe bài hát Make Sure They Bleed

Spoken
(smoking & coughing)
God damn!
goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead
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
With my in the grave and the other in the gutter
Bred being a drug dealer, born thug nigga
with mob figures, soldiers 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 front
Blow a nigga in his dome, close range tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge
And tell 'em bossalini called the
Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my pac
Locked up my major pain
Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a niggas
You jealous muthafuckas still got me
I be smokin' on sacks with death knockin' at my back
I'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't
Drunk and shootin' at that I done already killed

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

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

Get your money you still on this earth
sinnin' from birth
Black hearses the turf
Carrying dead to the church
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 don't keep them too
some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost
And have you watch your body, lookin' at corpse full of holes
some niggas appear to be friends and foes
Who knows?
It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you
And I'm waitin' to '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 infected with thug disease
Felonies, 60 g's for 2
? ? ? we all
When it comes to the root of the evil we all
Thugs crying tears made a cop ? ? ?
Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun
Is he to hell for killin' niggas escapin'?
Or going crazy his freedoms takin'?
Born sinning, niggas dying with nikes on
I'm fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on
Witnessing death on the streets, be dying daily
All the o.g. niggas giving to thug babies
If them niggas catch you than your ass is gone
Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for dome