Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

man ima die alone, lonely a hole in my soul
sorta like poker when you fold, hot furs in the cold
man ima die alone, you feel the all in my bones
excuse my religion for the cash, how long will it
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 right 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 when i open tha koran, cause 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 from the back, to the front, to the
yes dear a real rap cats in the buildin 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' a casket
now fast i man my life's like a party
envisions of me like im were cindy and marchy(?)
i was real deal razor, through all the drama
from coke deals heels all of the karma, comin back
every breath fufilling a death
you know i can't expect anythin less
i was the line just to fight your battle
like the chay at the bay, just me and my shadow
i it till im gone, and old with arthritis
the and the hustles drugs and all nightas
i went through all the static, and automatic
back to cravin the bad habit, drugs
you know ima it all on the microphone
and i feel it in my ima die alone

Die
it might be a reala cou de
imagine if you every rhyme
man picture every
man touch every ass dime
man magic on the make em shime
man ima die alone, its like the bullets and the chrome
your but your really not at home
you hear the death tone the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything i get wrong
man im the vegas type, man what the paper
man holla back homie when you get yah paper
man ima die alone, roll in a all alone
wrapp me a mummie, egypt pharoah
man it to my pocket like a rocket
forever deeze i keep my photo in your locket
man sweet as cotton candy, or even ranchers
the fo fo matters cause its pink gathers
man im alone, i put my wings on my own
i look like an when they get fully grown
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and stacey lathersahl hit ever note
till im broke, man even tho butta
they say yo retreats to the gutta
all the othas, no happiness shown
they show you the gate baby you can die alone

You can die