Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' high
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 come around
And you was here, your death is now near
I'm 'bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the 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, 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, smokin' hydro-ponic chronic
Blow out the heart like entity injuries my body
Don't help up the scar, so baby don't cry
mob niggaz don't die

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

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

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

And campaign in this rap game, 'cause nothing out
Here in motherfucking
Streets man and that's comin' from a nigga you who chose
To be legit and still rip

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

Mob niggas, drama, till 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, battered and
Bloody and left out in the
But real never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you mob niggaz don't die

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

We release no just close are eyes 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 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 ain't 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 Town we spray

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

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
out I ain't gon' 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 gon' die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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