Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Die

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

Verse
motherfuckin' fake gangstaz tryna 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' the streets of Mkhobosa like COPE Allies.
My pistol's who thwarts my progress?
I'm and praisin' the Lord in the process!
You player haters spill envy allover your hearts,
I'm as you plan to slay me en it hurts.
My hoodlum watched you prayin' to our thuggin' gods,
As you tryna get rid of us butchu fail retards.
You befriend with the and steal our props,
Then bribe the Defence Force as ass cops.
We know all behind-the-public dealings,
You fuckin' crooks payin' cops for your killings!

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

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

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

x2;

Verse
Now ull get rid of me from the core of rap,
En Im spitting fire of on the spitter of crap.
Im not a nigga but mama birth to a hoodlum,
My hearts raw and my brains baked from a plum.
Its nigga u dropped ur crooked ass lameness,
Im a TWO-SIX so getcho ass my demonic business.
They slay my en nou Im flying solo like a single eagle.
But I stressed cus Im busting on my foes with my chopping sickle.
Damn its me father Lord Shembe Im the sinner,
My heads full tricks and blazes in a crazy manner.
Come to my aid to end all the devillishment in bomb,
And these young ass punks might stop playing dumb.
They pelt an iron with stones in their silly tricks,
What the fuck do u about Deep Level TWO SIX tracks?
Nothin nigga so u gotta dance to my bells,
Or else my hoodlumz gotta cut ur balls!