Luyện nghe bài hát Mob Niggas Don't Die

Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be forever high
Ain't no drive by's, niggaz chase you down 'til they get you
Multiple slugz in your tissue whatever it is you should've honored it

When them told you not to come around here
And you was found here, your death is now
I'm 'bout to put a bullet in his gut, 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 for work, I'ma go right on
'Cause when life's gone, nigga there is no replacement
And you got work hid in the basement, I got it, Gothic

Go for the endo, she's smokin' chronic
Blow out the heart like injuries upon my body
Don't heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
'Cause mob niggaz 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, leave her I

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

But I'ma swim the murky water
Hold it down like a carter, live like a godfather
Kick Volvo's, tight hoes
Live a life many kill and 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 legit and rip foes

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

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

We release no doubt just are eyes 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 thorough composition, is minimum blocks
We bendin' them shots, sendin' them at the rhythm
Hit them put venom in them, up him in his jeans
And watch the white shirt the scene, I mean

Gang bangin' ain't go' never
As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and
Chronic, empty stomachs and 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 around 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
day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, and forks, strapped 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 gon' never die

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

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

like Payton
Hot stepping out the in gators, true playaz
No the business, no case a witness
senseless to resist this, hostile take over

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

Shit, was wit' the bird, I don't want it
I can when I rub my finger 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 servin' after the murder packin'
For work 'cause lucky popo's ain't havin' 'em nervous
Think I was in, family show up, an' the enemy
They lay, got it wit ten rolls, if they 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 hoes put the 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' that wanna take over after pop
Label me the aftershock, I'ma never die