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 forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down 'til get you
Multiple slugz found in your tissue whatever it is you honored it

When them niggaz told you not to come here
And you was found here, your 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, go right on
'Cause when your life's gone, nigga there is no
And you got your hid in the basement, I got it, Gothic

Go for the endo, she's hydro-ponic chronic
out the heart like entity injuries upon my body
Don't help up the scar, so baby don't cry
'Cause mob niggaz die

Mob niggaz go' never die
We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends high
Forever get lit wit' the trigger eye
Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her I

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

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

And campaign in this rap game, 'cause ain't out
Here in motherfucking
Streets man and that's comin' from a nigga you who chose
To be legit and rip foes

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 ain't gon' die

Mob niggas, cause drama, till 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 ain't gon' die

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

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

We release no doubt close are eyes and open fire
Mash and bang on let them hot boys fly
You can tell a got a look in his eye, card green, two
Magazines and a away knife

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

Gang bangin' ain't go' cease
As long as streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
Chronic, stomachs and mouths to feed
Who want it off the deed, the K Town we spray round

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

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 never die

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

We can be shot at, and bruised
and left 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 shot at, and bruised
Bloody and out in the cold
But real niggaz fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still murder you 'cause 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
'Cause they, be on that ass, to blast fast
fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off

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

To to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
put my shit back 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 finger across it it got on it
Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit' a in the coat
'Cause you can die wit' the dick in the throat, the dro'

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

I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my
Bustin' out on the public, the ruckus
Screamin', die punk
Reminisce on how them hoes put the on crutches

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