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 say what's up to my nigga makaveli
Rest in playa
die...daily

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

Trying to get to ghetto cause I'm born to die
Hopin' the will see my reason when he asks me why
to get to ghetto heaven cause 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 they

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

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

3:
Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with 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, about the guard of the pen in the gun tower
Is he going to hell for niggas escapin'?
Or going crazy cause his takin'?
Born sinning, niggas with their nikes on
I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their on
Witnessing on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily
All the o.g. niggas giving to thug babies
If them catch you slipping than your ass is gone
Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for dome