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
Hussein, president of what I claim
Still the name, tied to this shit like I'm to blame
Then maintain, gettin' this 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 stuck, bad luck

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

I smoke spanky, hit it hard, hard
Then burn it down under the ground guard
I rented, bitch on my then I presented
Diploma, keep her wide open in roma'
shots, Holiday Inn about to bone her
And own her, drop her off inside Corona
With pistolo, call me on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah, strike 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 jump on the
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', roll dice make a
Wanna see twice a million, no for a got civilian

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

Pushin' weed
(Hahaha)
Yeah, the game don't
(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

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

chest and bubble vest
(Yeah, titanium and bubble vest)
My pop's dead, now it's too late to me, inform me
D's wanna plant on me, eternally I wanna sleep
Without the of a snake nigga tryin' to creep
is high and a thug's blood runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me layin' under six
Or so it seems, now my work 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, coke growing on the tree
Arab Nazi, Tommy and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap
Yeah, CNN guerrilla rap