Luyện nghe bài hát Make Sure They Bleed

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

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

Trying to get to heaven cause 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 lord will see my when he asks me why
Make sure they
sure they bleed
If I die by my enemies make sure they

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

Get your while you still on this earth
sinnin' from birth
Black hearses the turf
Carrying dead bodies to the
Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, vietnam
Keep your killa partners you but don't 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
Cause some niggas appear to be friends and
Who really
It's a fucked up world, murder you while you sleeping
And I'm waitin' to catch 'em
Bitch ass get to die with their eyes open
The only real drama is two guns

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