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

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

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

For them niggas holding their gats and never scared
I'm prepared, every day get on beers
Play the close, quick to jump on the toast
shot, take your knot, dun and get ghost
While you talk fronting, walk like a villain
Soft something, so hot what a
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, dealin'
Back to business, pump 'til the finished
Stack spinach, mad bent, renters
Full to whip somethin', a-alike twist somethin'
Henny got my shit sunken, stay
Wit' a bop, holdin' cock
(Yeah)

Pushin' drop
(Hahaha)
Yeah, the game stop
(Don't nigga)
Let the beat drop, it back to the top
for them thug niggas, chicks and hard rocks
Street to cell block, to Comstock
like a flock of Arabs in war-lock

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

chest and bubble vest
(Yeah, chest and bubble vest)
My pop's dead, now too late to warn me, inform me
D's wanna plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna
Without the of a snake nigga tryin' to creep
Stakes is high and a thug's blood runs
The Jakes wanna see me under six feet
Or so it seems, now my work against me

They stop my money move, it's too intensely
Khadafi, I plant bombs where the be
I'm like in the middle of the Red Sea
With and a case full of hundred G
my thugs to the land of [unverified]
With no cops, coke growing on the tree
Arab Nazi, Tommy Hill and on
rap song
Yeah, CNN rap song