Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz 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 around
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 game of find and search your mamma cryin'
In church, I'll be spyin' for work, go right on
'Cause when your life's gone, nigga is no replacement
And you got work hid in the basement, I got it, Gothic

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

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

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

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

And in this rap game, 'cause ain't nothing out
Here in motherfucking
Streets man and comin' from a nigga you know who chose
To be and still rip foes

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

We can be shot at, and bruised
Bloody and out in the cold
But real niggaz fall, if I'm a hundred years 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 hundred old
I'm still gonna you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We release no doubt just close are and open fire
Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot fly
You can a maniac 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 sendin' them at the
Hit them put venom in them, up him in his jeans
And the white shirt study the scene, I mean

Gang bangin' ain't go' 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 we spray round

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

Mob niggas, cause drama, till hot, get shot, see the dot
day back on the block, set up shop
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
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 at, battered and bruised
Bloody and left out in the
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, and bruised
Bloody and 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

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

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

To to pray 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 was supposed 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 killed wit' a in the coat
'Cause you can die the dick in the throat, hittin' the dro'

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

I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody on my body
Bustin' out on the public, bringin' the
Screamin', die punk
on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches

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