Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

man ima die alone, lonely with a in my soul
sorta like poker you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold
man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my
excuse my for the cash, how long will it last?
I see the in my weed bag, man ima die alone
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 mind till ova
man ima die alone, man i can the hands of the gods
they come when i open tha koran, cause even 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 like my days here
i it from the back, to the front, to the rear
yes dear a real rap in the buildin before i leave
me how yah feelin, man ima die alone

You can't creamate me down to the
don't wanna see my momma over a casket
now fast i man my life's like a party
envisions of me diein like im cindy and marchy(?)
i was real deal razor, through all the drama
from coke high heels all of the karma, comin back
breath fufilling a slow death
although you know i can't anythin less
i was the front line just to fight your
like the chay at the bay, it's me and my shadow
i handle it till im gone, and old with
the grinds and the hustles drugs and all
i went through all the static, hoes and
back to back cravin the bad habit,
you ima tell it all on the microphone
and i feel it in my heart ima die

Die
it might be a cou de thai
imagine if you heard rhyme
man every line
man touch fine ass dime
man on the tire make em shime
man ima die alone, its just the bullets and the chrome
your there but your not at home
you hear the tone through the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything i get wrong
man im the type, man what the paper like
man holla back homie you get yah paper right
man ima die alone, roll in a all alone
wrapp me like a mummie, egypt
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 its about pink gathers
man im alone, i can't put my on my own
i look like an eagle they get fully grown
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and stacey lathersahl hit ever note
im broke, man even tho it's butta
they say yo retreats to the gutta
with all the othas, no shown
they you from the gate baby you can die alone

You can die