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 thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein, president of I claim
Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to
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 was locked, top lock stuck, bad luck

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

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

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

Mix-a-lot in the spot yellin', for a second, dealin'
Back to business, 'til the pack finished
spinach, mad bent, crash renters
Full enough to whip somethin', a-alike twist
Henny got my sunken, stay 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 thug niggas, chicks and hard rocks
Street to cell block, to Comstock
Movin' a flock of Arabs in war-lock

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

Titanium and bubble vest
(Yeah, titanium and bubble vest)
My pop's dead, now it's too to warn me, inform me
D's wanna plant on me, eternally I wanna sleep
the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to creep
Stakes is 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 stop my money move, it's too intensely
Khadafi, I plant where the Feds be
I'm like Moses in the of the Red Sea
With infrared and a case full of G
my thugs to the land of [unverified]
With no cops, pure growing on the tree
Arab Nazi, Tommy Hill and on
rap song
Yeah, CNN rap song