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

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

I smoke spanky, hit it hard, hard
Then burn it down the ground around guard
I rented, bitch on my dick then I
Diploma, keep her open in TONY roma'
shots, Holiday Inn about to bone her
And cold own her, her off inside Corona
With pistolo, call me tomorrow on the
The Ayatollah, back you're just a soldier

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

Mix-a-lot in the yellin', for a second, freeze dealin'
Back to business, pump 'til the pack
Stack spinach, mad bent, renters
Full enough to whip somethin', a-alike somethin'
Henny got my sunken, stay drunken
Wit' a bop, holdin' your
(Yeah)

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

Makin' on blocks a four-carat stone, chrome
In Kuwait I 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 injects
the god lay to rest, my seed is next
I was blessed with a thug's caress and a dime's

Titanium and bubble vest
(Yeah, chest and bubble vest)
My dead, now it's too late to warn me, inform me
D's plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna sleep
Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to
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 can't stop my money move, it's too
Khadafi, I plant bombs the Feds be
I'm like in the middle of the Red Sea
With and a case full of hundred G
Leadin' my to the land of [unverified]
no cops, pure coke growing on the tree
Arab Nazi, Tommy Hill and on
Guerrilla rap
Yeah, CNN rap song