Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

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

You can't creamate me down to the
don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a
now fast i like man my life's like a
envisions of me diein like im were and marchy(?)
i was deal razor, playin through all the drama
from deals high heels all of the karma, comin back
breath fufilling a slow death
although you know i can't expect anythin
i was the front just to fight your battle
like the at the bay, it's just me and my shadow
i it till im gone, and old with arthritis
the grinds and the hustles drugs and all
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 feel it in my ima die alone

Die
it might be a cou de thai
imagine if you heard rhyme
man picture line
man touch every fine ass
man on the tire make em shime
man ima die alone, its just the bullets and the chrome
your there but really not at home
you hear the death tone the phone
and yah gone, everything right i get wrong
man im the type, man what the paper like
man holla homie when you get yah paper right
man ima die alone, roll in a all alone
me like a mummie, egypt pharoah
man sock it to my like a rocket
forever words i keep my photo in your locket
man sweet as cotton candy, or even ranchers
the fo fo matters its about pink gathers
man im alone, i can't put my on my own
i look like an eagle when they get fully
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and like stacey lathersahl hit ever
im broke, man even tho it's butta
they say yo soul retreats to the
with all the othas, no shown
they show you from the gate you can die alone

You can die