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, WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein, president of what I
Still the same name, tied to this like I'm to blame
Then maintain, gettin' Cream with bloodstain
'cuz the crew stuck in the game
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, play the low,
up though, 151, we smoke 'dro
Brown bags, 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 burn it under the ground around guard
I rented, on my dick then I presented
Diploma, keep her open in TONY roma'
Back shots, Holiday Inn about to her
And cold own her, her off inside Corona
pistolo, call me tomorrow on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah, strike back you're just a

For them thug niggas holding their and never scared
I'm prepared, day get bent 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
something, so hot what a feeling
Mo' with the ice chillin', roll dice make a
Wanna see a million, no love for a got civilian

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

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

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

Titanium chest and bubble
(Yeah, titanium chest and vest)
My pop's dead, now it's too late to warn me, me
D's plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna sleep
Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin' to
is high and a thug's blood runs deep
The wanna see me layin' under six feet
Or so it seems, now my work against me

They stop my money move, it's too intensely
Khadafi, I plant bombs the Feds be
I'm Moses in the middle of the Red Sea
With infrared and a full of hundred G
Leadin' my to the land of [unverified]
With no cops, pure coke growing on the
Arab Nazi, Tommy Hill and on
rap song
Yeah, CNN rap song