Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Die

Hahahaaa!
U at me?
U wan' my family to 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 also my brothers
Lil' ass motherfuckers!

One;
These motherfuckin' fake gangstaz shoot me down,
They never I won't die in my home town,
So,I shot back at 'em and cops for me forever,
It's unfair and are so crooked Benolova.
That's why I'm thuggin' for life my death day arrives,
Gushin' down the of Mkhobosa like COPE Allies.
My pistol's who thwarts my progress?
I'm thug-lovin' and the Lord in the process!
You player spill envy allover your crooked hearts,
I'm aggressive as you plan to me en it hurts.
My hoodlum 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 bribe the 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,
lose focus
Always live drama like this snitches!

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

Verse
Plus you payin' I earn sex as your Razo,
Gz bustin at 'em and you spinnin' like a Tazo.
Who the fuck you think you gonna murder,lil' trick
I'm God-protected and death-proof I can't die ass!
tryna direct me on how to run my own LIFE?
Rat ass seekin' popularity as a DWARF!
Go get the thug triple C that I possess,
Gettin' it a walk in the park durin' recess.
It was all the boredom and I couldn't it,
But my paid off and I bet it's my ticket.
S.I.A slay these Onnossel and neva regret it,
We torture what kills and whose we won't forget!
They're killin' us and cops wanna me!
It's all bribes and black trash tryna me!
Now stuck 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 gave 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 hoodlum en nou Im flying like a single 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 and blazes evil in a crazy manner.
to my aid to end all the devillishment in TruthZ bomb,
And maybe these young ass punks stop playing dumb.
They pelt an iron stones in their silly juvenile tricks,
the fuck do u know about Deep Level TWO SIX tracks?
Nothin nigga so u gotta dance to my bells,
Or else my hoodlumz gotta cut ur balls!