Luyện nghe bài hát Make Sure They Bleed

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

1:
Live the lifestyle
Seeing niggas get
my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter
Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug
Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and killas
Tellin' my when we hit the weed
me if I die by my enemies
Make sure bleed
Put faces on the front page
Blow a nigga in his dome, close range tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge
And 'em bossalini called the shots
Still lookin for 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 niggas
You muthafuckas still got me strapped
I be smokin' on chronic sacks with knockin' at my back
I'm crazy, seeing shit that ain't real
Drunk and at niggas that 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 heaven cause I'm born to die
Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he me why
Make they bleed
Make sure bleed
If I die by my enemies make sure they

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
Black hearses the turf
Carrying bodies to the church
to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling's
Wrong)
Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's
Keep killa partners with you but don't keep 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
some niggas appear to be friends and foes
Who knows?
a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping
And I'm to catch 'em creepin'
Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes
The only real drama is two guns

3:
Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug
Felonies, 60 g's for 2
? ? ? we all
When it comes to the root of the 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, niggas dying with nikes on
I'm bringing to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying
All the o.g. niggas giving to thug babies
If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is
Take your muthafucking head, ain't no for your dome