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 makaveli
in playa pieces
die...daily

1:
Live the lifestyle
niggas get smothered
With my foot in the grave and the other in the
Bred being a drug dealer, natural thug nigga
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 faces on the front page
Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12
And tell 'em bossalini called the
Still lookin for them ass niggas that murdered my homie pac
Locked up my nigga pain
Cause they can't fuck with the realism that from a niggas brain
You jealous muthafuckas got me strapped
I be smokin' on chronic with death knockin' at my back
I'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't
Drunk and shootin' at niggas I done already killed

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

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

Get your money you still on this earth
sinnin' from birth
Black hearses cursing the
Carrying bodies to the church
Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like (spelling's
Wrong)
no cowards 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, lookin' at your corpse full of
Cause some niggas to be friends and foes
Who knows?
It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you you sleeping
And I'm waitin' to 'em creepin'
Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes
The only real drama is two smokin'

3:
Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas infected with thug disease
Felonies, 60 g's for 2
? ? ? we all
When it to the root of the evil we all down
crying with tears made a cop ? ? ?
Lord, what the guard of the pen in the gun tower
Is he going to hell for killin' niggas
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
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be daily
All the o.g. niggas giving game to thug
If them niggas catch you slipping your ass is gone
Take your head, ain't no vest for your dome