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, hot furs in the cold
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 weed bag, man ima die
the bitches even said on the phone, im in the in my own home
i spit it a cobra, im right over yah shoulda
my zodiac in yah mind till it's ova
man ima die alone, man i can the hands of the gods
they come when i 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 like my last days here
i work it from the back, to the front, to the
yes dear a rap cats in the buildin 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 like a party
envisions of me like im were cindy and marchy(?)
i was real deal razor, playin all the drama
from coke high heels all of the karma, comin back
every breath fufilling a slow
although you know i expect anythin less
i was the front line just to fight battle
like the chay at the bay, it's me and my shadow
i it till im gone, and old with arthritis
the grinds and the hustles and all nightas
i through all the static, hoes and automatic
back to back cravin the bad habit,
you know ima tell it all on the
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 touch fine ass dime
man on the tire make em shime
man ima die alone, its just like the and the chrome
your there but really not at home
you the death tone through the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything i get wrong
man im the vegas type, man the paper like
man holla back when you get yah paper right
man ima die alone, in a benz all alone
wrapp me a mummie, egypt pharoah
man sock it to my like a rocket
deeze words i keep my photo in your locket
man sweet as cotton candy, or even jolly
the fo fo matters cause its about pink
man im alone, i put my wings on my own
i like an eagle when they get fully grown
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and like stacey lathersahl hit note
till im broke, man tho it's butta
they say yo soul retreats to the
with all the othas, no happiness
they show you from the gate you can die alone

You can die