Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang bangin' go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down they get you
Multiple slugz found in your tissue it is you should've honored it

When them niggaz told you not to around here
And you was here, your death is now near
I'm to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his

Now let's play a game of find and search while mamma cryin'
In church, I'll be for work, I'ma go right on
'Cause when 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 hydro-ponic chronic
Blow out the heart like injuries upon my body
Don't help heal up the scar, so baby cry
'Cause mob don't die

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

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

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

And campaign in this rap game, ain't nothing out
in these motherfucking
Streets man and that's from a nigga you know who chose
To be and still 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', throwin' up, 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, fo's and forks, up
Screamin' out I ain't gon' die

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

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

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

Gang bangin' ain't go' never
As long as 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 here
Shot up, and bruised, headline of the news
The chosen, the few, mob niggaz die fool

Mob niggas, cause drama, 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
Screamin' out I ain't gon' die

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
out I ain't gon' never 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 you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We can be shot at, and bruised
Bloody and out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob don't 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 like
Hot out the courtroom in gators, true playaz
No the business, no case a witness
senseless to resist this, hostile take 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 a nigga was supposed ta

Shit, was wit' the bogus bird, I want it
I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got on it
Fuck it if you wanna get killed wit' a chick in the coat
you can die wit' the dick in the throat, hittin' the dro'

Back on the block servin' after the packin'
For work 'cause we're lucky popo's havin' 'em nervous
Think what I was in, show 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 on my body
out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
Screamin', die punk
Reminisce on how them hoes put the on crutches

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