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 roll thick, rip shit, WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein, president of what I
Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to
maintain, gettin' this Cream with bloodstain
2-5-to the crew stuck in the game
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,
up though, 151, we smoke 'dro
Brown bags, of hash get smoked
Yo, that real shit, pro'ly make you bleed down throat
choke, coughin' up the murder I wrote

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

For thug niggas holding their gats and never scared
I'm prepared, every day get on beers
Play the corner close, to jump 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', roll dice make a
Wanna see twice a million, no love for a got

Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin', for a second, dealin'
Back to business, pump 'til the pack
Stack spinach, mad bent, crash
enough to whip somethin', a-alike twist somethin'
Henny got my shit sunken, drunken
Wit' a bop, holdin' cock
(Yeah)

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

Makin' on blocks a stone, infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await skull and
In my own zone, flip-phone
The on the Giorgio Armani specs
Blowin' tecs at the sex
For the check, my slug injects
the god lay to rest, my seed is next
I was blessed with a thug's and a dime's finesse

Titanium and bubble 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, I wanna sleep
Without the venom of a snake 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 against me

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