Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

man ima die alone, lonely with a hole in my
sorta like poker when you fold, hot furs in the cold
man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my
excuse my religion for the cash, how long it last?
I see the in my weed bag, man ima die alone
the bitches even on the phone, im in the zone in my own home
i spit it like a cobra, im over yah shoulda
my signs in yah mind till it's ova
man ima die alone, man i can feel the hands of the
they come when i open tha koran, even when i'm gone
man get an ipod, man it'll let you know im a kappa not a don
man god khan, i spent like my last days here
i work it the back, to the front, to the rear
yes dear a real rap 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 life's like a
of me diein like im were cindy and marchy(?)
i was real deal razor, playin through all the
from coke deals high heels all of the karma, back
every breath a slow death
although you know i can't expect less
i was the front line to fight your battle
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 and all nightas
i went through all the static, and automatic
back to back the bad habit, drugs
you know ima it all on the microphone
and i feel it in my heart ima die

Die
it might be a reala cou de
if you heard every rhyme
man every line
man touch fine ass dime
man magic on the tire em shime
man ima die alone, its just the bullets and the chrome
there but your really not at home
you hear the death tone the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything right i get
man im the vegas type, man what the like
man holla back homie when you get yah paper
man ima die alone, roll in a benz all
wrapp me like a mummie, pharoah
man it to my pocket like a rocket
forever deeze words i keep my in your locket
man sweet as cotton candy, or even jolly
the fo fo cause 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 hit ever note
till im broke, man tho it's butta
they say yo soul to the gutta
with all the othas, no happiness
they show you from the gate you can die alone

You can die