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
goes out to my nigga makaveli
I wanna say up to my nigga makaveli
Rest in pieces
die...daily

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

Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm to die
Hopin' the lord will see my when he asks me why
Trying to get to ghetto heaven I'm born to die
Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he 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
Born sinnin' birth
hearses cursing the turf
Carrying dead to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no in the game nigga, it's vietnam
Keep your killa partners with you but don't them too close
Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a
And have you watch your body, at your 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 catch 'em
Bitch ass niggas get to die with eyes open
The only real drama is two guns

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