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 more drive by's, niggaz chase you down 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 found here, your death is now
I'm 'bout to put a in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his

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

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

Mob niggaz go' never die
We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping fiends forever high
fire get lit wit' the trigger eye
Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her I

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

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

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

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

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

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

We can be at, battered and bruised
and left out in the cold
But real niggaz fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz die

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

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

Gang bangin' go' never cease
As as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
Chronic, stomachs and mouths to feed
Who want it niggaz off the deed, the K we spray round

So stay down, 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 niggaz die fool

Mob niggas, cause drama, till hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day 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, it's 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 never die

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

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

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

Charges Payton
Hot stepping out the in gators, true playaz
No the business, no case a witness
It's senseless to resist this, hostile over

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

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

on the block servin' after the murder packin'
For work 'cause we're lucky ain't havin' 'em nervous
Think what I was in, family up, an' the enemy
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 hoes put the nigga on crutches

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