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

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

I smoke spanky, hit it hard, hard
Then it down under the ground around guard
I rented, bitch on my then I presented
Diploma, keep her wide open in TONY
Back shots, Inn about to bone her
And own her, drop her off inside Corona
pistolo, call me tomorrow on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah, back you're 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
Dead shot, take knot, dun and get ghost
While you talk fronting, fronting like a villain
Soft something, so hot a feeling
Mo' the ice chillin', roll dice make a killin'
see twice a million, no love for a got civilian

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

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

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

chest and bubble vest
(Yeah, titanium and bubble vest)
My dead, now it's too late to warn 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 wanna see me layin' under six feet
Or so it seems, now my team work me

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