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 nigga
Rest in pieces
die...daily

1:
Live the murderous
niggas get smothered
With my in the grave and the other in the gutter
Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug
Ballin' mob figures, soldiers and real killas
Tellin' my homies we hit the weed
me if I die by my enemies
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 the shots
lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie pac
Locked up my nigga pain
Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a brain
You muthafuckas still got me strapped
I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death at my back
I'm going crazy, seeing shit that real
Drunk and shootin' at niggas that I already killed

Trying to get to ghetto heaven I'm born to die
Hopin' the will see my reason when he asks me why
Trying to get to heaven cause I'm born to die
the lord will see my reason when he asks me why
Make sure they
Make sure bleed
If I die by my enemies make sure 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 while you on this earth
sinnin' from birth
Black cursing the turf
Carrying bodies to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa like tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's
Keep your killa partners you but don't keep them too close
Cause some niggas is magicians, your ass to a ghost
And have you watch your body, at your corpse full of holes
Cause some niggas to be friends and foes
Who really
It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you you sleeping
And I'm to catch 'em creepin'
Bitch ass niggas get to die 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 to the root of the evil we all down
Thugs crying tears made a cop ? ? ?
Lord, what the guard of the pen in the gun tower
Is he to hell for killin' niggas escapin'?
Or going cause his freedoms takin'?
Born sinning, niggas dying with nikes on
I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with lights on
death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily
All the o.g. niggas giving to thug babies
If them niggas catch you slipping than ass is gone
Take your muthafucking head, no vest for your dome