Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang bangin' ain't go' die, as long
As niggaz ain't got we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, chase you down 'til they get you
Multiple slugz found in your whatever it is you should've honored it

When niggaz told you not to come around here
And you was found here, 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 game of find and search while your cryin'
In church, I'll be for work, I'ma 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
Blow out the like entity injuries upon my body
Don't heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
mob niggaz don't die

Mob ain't go' never die
We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends high
Forever fire get lit the trigger eye
Twenty split, gun the bitch, her dead I

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

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

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

Mob niggas, drama, till 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, drama, till 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 gon' never die

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

We release no just close are eyes and open fire
and bang 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 thorough composition, competition is blocks
We bendin' them shots, we're them at the rhythm
Hit put venom in them, bloody up him in his jeans
And watch the shirt study the scene, I mean

Gang bangin' ain't go' never
As long as there's streets, 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, this ain't no play ground around
You could get found here
up, battered and bruised, headline of the news
The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't 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

Mob niggas, drama, till 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 never 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 murder you 'cause 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 told me, boy if, you wanna be a G
You gots, to flip them and avoid, them federalizes
'Cause they, be on that ass, ready to fast
Nigga fuck ask take it, an' I'm shakin' off

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

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

Shit, was wit' the bogus bird, I want 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 wit' the in the throat, hittin' the dro'

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

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

Smokin' on dutches, fifty in my clutches
Ballin' no 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, I'ma die