Luyện nghe bài hát Make Sure They Bleed

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

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

Trying to get to ghetto heaven I'm born to die
Hopin' the lord will see my reason 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 they bleed
Make sure they
If I die by my enemies make they bleed

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

Get your money while you still on this
Born from birth
Black cursing the turf
Carrying dead to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in pieces like tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the nigga, it's vietnam
Keep killa partners with you but don't keep them too close
Cause 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 and foes
Who knows?
a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping
And I'm to catch 'em creepin'
Bitch ass get to die with their eyes open
The real drama is two guns smokin'

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