Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang bangin' go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be forever high
Ain't no drive by's, niggaz chase you down 'til they get you
slugz found in your tissue whatever it is you should've honored it

When them niggaz told you not to come here
And you was here, your death is now near
I'm to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And em' in his nuts

Now let's play a of find and search while your mamma cryin'
In church, I'll be spyin' for work, I'ma go on
when your life's gone, nigga there is no replacement
And you got work hid in the basement, I got it, Gothic

Go for the endo, she's hydro-ponic chronic
Blow out the heart entity injuries upon my body
help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
'Cause mob niggaz die

Mob niggaz ain't go' die
We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends high
Forever get lit wit' the trigger eye
split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I

Man I put block on four
Hit K town and come wit' a bus load
Full of niggas that's down and dirty, thirty
beef it gets muddy

But I'ma swim through the murky
Hold it like a carter, live long like a godfather
Volvo's, fuck tight hoes
Live a many kill and fight for

And campaign in this rap game, ain't nothing out
Here in motherfucking
Streets man and that's comin' a nigga you know who chose
To be legit and rip foes

Mob niggas, cause drama, it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up
Hat thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped up
Screamin' out I ain't gon' die

Mob niggas, drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day on the block, set up shop
Hat thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped up
out I ain't gon' never die

We can be shot at, battered and
Bloody and out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred old
I'm still gonna you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We can be shot at, battered and
and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a years old
I'm still gonna you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We no doubt just close are eyes and open fire
Mash and bang on niggaz let hot boys fly
You can tell a got a look in his eye, card green, two
Magazines and a away knife

My position is composition, competition is minimum blocks
We bendin' them shots, we're them at the rhythm
Hit them put venom in them, up him in his jeans
And the white shirt study the scene, I mean

bangin' ain't go' never cease
As as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to
Who want it niggaz off the deed, the K Town we round

So down, this ain't no play ground around here
You could get found around
Shot up, battered and bruised, of the news
The chosen, the few, mob don't die fool

Mob niggas, cause drama, it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up
Hat throw thuggin', up, fo's and forks, strapped up
Screamin' out I gon' never die

Mob niggas, cause drama, till hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, and forks, strapped up
out I ain't gon' never die

We can be shot at, and bruised
Bloody and left out in the
But niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We can be shot at, battered and
Bloody and left out in the
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a years old
I'm still gonna you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

Hey, my told me, boy if, you wanna be a G
You gots, to flip them keys and avoid, federalizes
they, be on that ass, ready to blast fast
Nigga fuck ask they it, an' I'm shakin' off

Charges like
Hot stepping out the in gators, true playaz
No the business, no without a witness
It's to resist this, hostile take over

To late to to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
put my shit back in my holsta
Blood crumbled on the
I gave a foe like a nigga was ta

Shit, was wit' the bogus bird, I don't it
I can tell when I rub my across it it got sumthin' on it
Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get wit' a chick in the coat
'Cause you can die the dick in the throat, hittin' the dro'

Back on the servin' after the murder packin'
For work 'cause we're lucky popo's ain't havin' 'em
Think what I was in, family show up, an' the
They lay, got it locked wit ten rolls, if spray, fuck it

I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my
out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
Screamin', die motherfuckers
Reminisce on how them put the nigga on crutches

on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches
Ballin' no flows go, hataz how the mob's so strong
I belong to the breathin' niggaz that take over after pop
Label me the verbal aftershock, I'ma die