Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang bangin' ain't go' die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz you down 'til they get you
Multiple slugz found in your tissue whatever it is you honored it

When them niggaz told you not to around here
And you was here, your death is now near
I'm 'bout to put a 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
'Cause your life's gone, nigga there is no replacement
And you got your hid in the basement, I got it, Gothic

Go for the endo, she's smokin' chronic
Blow out the heart like entity injuries my body
Don't help heal up the scar, so don't cry
'Cause mob don't die

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

Man I put your on four
Hit K town and come back a bus load
of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin' thirty
Minutes beef it muddy

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

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

Mob niggas, cause drama, till hot, get shot, see the dot
day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, 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 throw thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, 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 gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz die

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

We release no doubt just close are eyes and open
Mash and on niggaz let them hot boys fly
You can a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two
and a throw away knife

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

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

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

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

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

We can be at, battered and bruised
and left out in the cold
But niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz die

We can be at, battered and bruised
Bloody and left out in the
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz die

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

Charges Payton
Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, playaz
No the business, no case without a
It's senseless to resist this, hostile over

To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up 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 bird, I don't want it
I can tell I rub my finger across it it got sumthin' on it
Fuck it if you wanna get killed wit' a chick in the coat
'Cause you can die wit' the dick in the throat, hittin' the

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

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

on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches
Ballin' no flows go, hataz askin' how the mob's so
I belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna over after pop
Label me the verbal aftershock, never die