Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

man ima die alone, lonely a hole in my soul
like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold
man ima die alone, you feel the all in my bones
excuse my religion for the cash, how long 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 over yah shoulda
my zodiac signs in yah 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 spent years my last days here
i it from the back, to the front, to the rear
yes a real rap cats in the buildin before i leave
me how yah feelin, man ima die alone

You can't me down to the ashes
don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a
now i like man my life's like a party
of me diein like im were cindy and marchy(?)
i was deal razor, playin through all the drama
from deals high heels all of the karma, comin back
every breath fufilling a slow
although you know i can't expect less
i was the front line just to fight your
like the chay at the bay, it's just me and my
i handle it im gone, and old with arthritis
the grinds and the hustles drugs and all
i went through all the static, and automatic
back to back 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 cou de thai
imagine if you every rhyme
man picture every
man touch every fine ass
man magic on the tire make em
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 type, man what the paper like
man holla back homie when you get yah paper
man ima die alone, in a benz all alone
wrapp me like a mummie, pharoah
man sock it to my like a rocket
forever deeze i keep my photo in your locket
man sweet as candy, or even jolly ranchers
the fo fo matters cause its pink gathers
man im alone, i put my wings on my own
i look like an eagle when they get grown
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and stacey lathersahl hit ever note
till im broke, man even tho butta
say yo soul retreats to the gutta
with all the othas, no shown
they show you the gate baby you can die alone

You can die