Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Die Alone

Huhuhahhahahha, oh shit,
The invincible, CNN
The unstoppable, CNN
Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria, yo, yo, yo

Yo icepick, Arabic, Arabia
My roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein, of what I claim
Still the same name, to this shit like I'm to blame
Then maintain, gettin' this with bloodstain
2-5-to 'cuz the crew stuck in the
A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to me
The was locked, top lock stuck, bad luck

out the elevator, K-tone, like, "Nigga what?"
Arab Nazi, play the low,
What up though, 151, we smoke
Brown bags, of hash get smoked
Yo, that real shit, pro'ly make you down your throat
Then choke, coughin' up the murder I

I smoke spanky, hit it hard, hard
burn it down under the ground around guard
I rented, on my dick then I presented
Diploma, keep her wide in TONY roma'
Back shots, Holiday Inn about to her
And cold own her, drop her off inside
pistolo, call me tomorrow on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah, back you're just a soldier

For them thug niggas holding gats and never scared
I'm prepared, every day get on beers
Play the corner close, quick to on the toast
shot, take your knot, dun and get ghost
While you fronting, walk fronting like a villain
something, so hot what a feeling
Mo' with the ice chillin', dice make a killin'
see twice a million, no love for a got civilian

Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin', for a second, freeze
Back to business, pump 'til the finished
Stack spinach, mad bent, renters
Full enough to whip somethin', twist somethin'
got my shit sunken, stay drunken
Wit' a bop, holdin' cock
(Yeah)

Pushin' weed
(Hahaha)
Yeah, the don't stop
(Don't nigga)
Let the beat drop, it back to the top
Just for them thug niggas, chicks and hard
Street to cell block, rock to
Movin' like a flock of Arabs in

on blocks a four-carat stone, infrared chrome
In I await skull and crossbone
In my own zone, Motorola
The infrared on the Giorgio specs
tecs at the opposite sex
For the six-figure check, my slug
When the god lay to rest, my is next
I was blessed with a thug's caress and a finesse

Titanium chest and vest
(Yeah, chest and bubble vest)
My pop's dead, now it's too to warn me, inform me
D's wanna plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna
the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to creep
Stakes is high and a thug's runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me under six feet
Or so it seems, now my team work me

They can't stop my money move, it's too
Khadafi, I bombs where the Feds be
I'm like in the middle of the Red Sea
With infrared and a full of hundred G
Leadin' my thugs to the land of
With no cops, coke growing on the tree
Arab Nazi, Hill and Nikes on
rap song
Yeah, CNN rap song