Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Die

Hahahaaa!
U at me?
U wan' my family to me?
Why the fuck you so cruel,crooked ass
I ain't die for real lil' trick ass snitches!
U shot my and my father!
U shot my brothers
trick ass motherfuckers!

Verse
These motherfuckin' fake gangstaz shoot me down,
They knew I won't die in my home town,
So,I shot back at 'em and hunted for me forever,
unfair and cops are so crooked Benolova.
That's why I'm thuggin' for life till my day arrives,
Gushin' down the streets of Mkhobosa COPE Allies.
My pistol's who thwarts my progress?
I'm thug-lovin' and the Lord in the process!
You player haters spill envy allover crooked hearts,
I'm aggressive as you plan to me en it hurts.
My watched you spellbound prayin' to our thuggin' gods,
As you tryna get rid of us fail lil' retards.
You befriend with the and steal our props,
Then the Defence Force as lame ass cops.
We all your behind-the-public dealings,
You fuckin' crooks thievin' cops for your killings!

x2;
got shot,
It comes as shock,
die strikin fire like this bitches,
Neva hopeless,
Neva lose
live spittin drama like this snitches!

Just TruthZ
Who the you think you gonna murder lil' bomb ass zombies?
You ain't slay me in the midst of my homies!
NEVA DIE motherfuckaaaaaa!

Verse
Plus you payin' Abomahosha I earn sex as Razo,
Real Gz bustin at 'em and you like a Tazo.
Who the fuck you think you murder,lil' trick ass?
I'm God-protected and I can't die fake ass!
tryna direct me on how to run my own LIFE?
Rat ass popularity as a fucking DWARF!
Go get yourself the triple C that I possess,
Gettin' it wasn't a walk in the park recess.
It was all the boredom and I escape it,
But my paid off and I bet it's my ticket.
S.I.A slay these young Onnossel and neva it,
We torture what kills and whose cruelty we forget!
They're killin' us and wanna sieze me!
It's all bribes and black trash tryna me!
Now I'ma stuck my chopper through trash's face,
And relocate to ensure there's no fuckin' trace!

x2;

Verse
Now ull never get rid of me from the of rap,
En Im spitting of anger on the spitter of crap.
Im not a nigga but mama birth to a hoodlum,
My hearts raw and my brains from a crime plum.
Its time nigga u ur crooked ass lameness,
Im a TWO-SIX so getcho ass outa my business.
They slay my hoodlum en nou Im flying solo like a eagle.
But I aint stressed cus Im busting on my foes with my sickle.
Damn its me father Lord Shembe Im the sinner,
My heads full tricks and evil in a crazy manner.
to my aid to end all the devillishment in TruthZ bomb,
And these young ass punks might stop playing dumb.
They pelt an iron with stones in their juvenile tricks,
What the do u know about Deep Level TWO SIX tracks?
Nothin nigga so u dance to my ringing bells,
Or else my gotta cut ur slim balls!