Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

man ima die alone, with a hole in my soul
sorta poker when you fold, wearin 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 future in my bag, man ima die alone
the bitches even said on the phone, im in the in my own home
i spit it like a cobra, im right yah shoulda
my zodiac signs in yah mind till ova
man ima die alone, man i can feel the hands of the
they when 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 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, playin all the drama
from coke deals heels all of the karma, comin back
breath fufilling a slow death
although you know i can't anythin less
i was the line just 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 through all the static, hoes and automatic
back to cravin the bad habit, drugs
you know ima tell it all on the
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 tire make em
man ima die alone, its just like the bullets and the
your there but really not at home
you hear the death through the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything i get wrong
man im the vegas type, man what the paper
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 pocket a rocket
forever deeze words i keep my photo in locket
man sweet as cotton candy, or even jolly
the fo fo matters cause its pink gathers
man im alone, i can't put my 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
they say yo retreats to the gutta
all the othas, no happiness shown
they show you from the baby you can die alone

You can die