Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

man ima die alone, lonely with a in my soul
sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the
man ima die alone, you the greed all in my bones
my religion for the cash, how long will it last?
I see the future in my bag, man ima die alone
the bitches said on the phone, im in the zone in my own home
i spit it a cobra, im right over yah shoulda
my zodiac signs in yah till it's ova
man ima die alone, man i can feel the of the gods
come when i open tha koran, cause even when i'm gone
man get an ipod, man let you know that im a kappa not a don
man god khan, i spent years my last days here
i work it from the back, to the front, to the
yes dear a real rap in the buildin before i leave
tell me how yah feelin, man ima die

You can't me down to the ashes
don't see my momma cryin' over a casket
now fast i like man my life's like a
envisions of me diein like im cindy and marchy(?)
i was real razor, playin through all the drama
coke deals high heels all of the karma, comin back
every breath a slow death
although you i can't expect anythin less
i was the front just to fight your battle
like the chay at the bay, it's me and my shadow
i it till im gone, and old with arthritis
the and the hustles drugs and all nightas
i went all the static, hoes and automatic
to back cravin the bad habit, drugs
you ima tell it all on the microphone
and i it in my heart ima die alone

Die
it might be a reala cou de
imagine if you heard rhyme
man picture line
man every fine ass dime
man on the tire make em shime
man ima die alone, its just like the bullets and the
your but your really not at home
you the death tone through the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything right i get
man im the vegas type, man the paper like
man back homie when you get yah paper right
man ima die alone, roll in a benz all
wrapp me like a mummie, egypt
man sock it to my pocket a rocket
forever deeze i keep my photo in your locket
man sweet as cotton candy, or jolly ranchers
the fo fo matters its about pink gathers
man im alone, i put my wings on my own
i look like an eagle when get fully grown
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and like lathersahl hit ever note
till im broke, man tho it's butta
say yo soul retreats to the gutta
with all the othas, no happiness
they show you from the gate you can die alone

You can die