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

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 wide open in TONY
Back shots, Holiday Inn to bone her
And cold own her, drop her off Corona
With pistolo, call me tomorrow on the
The Ayatollah, strike back you're 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
Dead shot, your 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 make a killin'
see twice a million, no love for a got civilian

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

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

Makin' on blocks a stone, infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await and crossbone
In my own zone, flip-phone
The on the Giorgio Armani specs
Blowin' at the opposite sex
For the check, my slug 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, titanium chest and vest)
My pop's dead, now it's too late to warn me, me
D's wanna plant ki's on me, eternally I sleep
Without the of a snake nigga tryin' to creep
is high and a thug's blood runs deep
The Jakes see me layin' under six feet
Or so it seems, now my team against me

They can't my money move, it's too intensely
Khadafi, I plant bombs where the 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 coke growing on the
Arab Nazi, Hill and Nikes on
rap song
Yeah, CNN guerrilla rap