Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang bangin' ain't go' die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' high
Ain't no more by's, niggaz chase you down 'til they get you
Multiple slugz found in your tissue whatever it is you should've it

them niggaz told you not to come around here
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 dump em' in his

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

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

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

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

But I'ma through the murky water
Hold it like a carter, live long like a godfather
Kick Volvo's, fuck tight
Live a 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 still rip

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 gon' die

Mob niggas, cause drama, till 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 at, battered and bruised
Bloody and out in the cold
But real never 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
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

We release no doubt 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 away

My position is thorough composition, competition is minimum
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 long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and
Chronic, empty and mouths to feed
Who want it niggaz off the deed, the K Town we spray

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

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 gon' never die

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

We can be shot at, battered and
Bloody and left out in the
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz 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 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 and avoid, them federalizes
'Cause they, be on that ass, ready to blast
fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off

Charges like
Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true
No the business, no case without a
It's senseless to resist this, hostile take

To to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
Then put my shit in my holsta
Blood crumbled on the
I a foe like a nigga 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 a chick in the coat
you can die wit' the dick in the throat, hittin' the dro'

Back on the block servin' after the murder
For work 'cause lucky popo's 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 on my body
out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
Screamin', die motherfuckers
on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches

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