Luyện nghe bài hát Make Sure They Bleed

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

1:
Live the murderous
niggas get smothered
With my in the grave and the other in the gutter
being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga
Ballin' with mob figures, and real killas
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 range with tha 12 gauge
And 'em bossalini called the shots
lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie pac
Locked up my nigga major
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 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 ghetto heaven cause I'm 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 see my reason when he asks me why
Make they bleed
Make sure they
If I die by my enemies make sure bleed

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

Get your money while you on this earth
Born from birth
Black hearses the turf
Carrying bodies to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's
Keep your partners with you but don't keep them too close
Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a
And you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes
Cause some niggas appear to be and foes
Who really
It's a fucked up world, niggas you while you sleeping
And I'm waitin' to 'em creepin'
Bitch ass niggas get to die with their open
The only real is two guns smokin'

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