Luyện nghe bài hát Never Take Me Alive

Ya know what we doin'

Young, H O V
From the one, R O C
We got one

Yo, it's a big payback, revenge at the tip of my
Grip on my fifth and my big K back
Y'all don't understand some of the I go through
Half of y'all can't even dig it, y'all can't picture
A motherfucker killin' someone you to
And they say over someone you close to
And they approach you
And you dealin' wit' his family

And these say
You focused at the same time
But they wasn't on the same vibe, I remain
This aim when it's game time
Though you gone dog you spirit still us
For the clueless we just clearin' the

And we airin' niggaz
hard 'til we bury them wit'cha
Show you how much we for you niggaz
And I'm ready to pop my crew to 'for they let me get
in piece A L, O reddy, and hop
(They'll never me alive)

It's Neef, Y G
the number one, R O C
We got one
(They'll take me alive)

Young Neef, Y G
the motherfuckin', R O C
We got one
(They'll take me alive)

The commission was our
We it, see it come to fruition
We ran time dam
You think I'm just a fan you out mind
That was my motherfuckin' man and my partner in
Big you had the Mafia, me, I got the
Got a lot of these families out here copyin'
But nigga trust I'ma all this bullshit
All this Tupac and fake Suge shit

We the first to make hood shit
We ain't invent the but we made the Goodrich tire
And now we rich
And I rhyme like my still in the hood shit
But my got V12 under the hood
She got C L on of the 6
Now my only job is to help little
Get his momma out bitch, avoid the drama out this bitch
(They'll take me alive)

Young, H O V
From the one, R O C
We got one
(They'll take me alive)

Young, H O V
the number one, R O C
I got one

Just lost another one, always love you dog
Just like my son, my second brother dog
They say we go to hell when he die we ain't 'em
But Hov say, "Throw it up" so we gotta it movin'
So me I maintain but stress on my brain
But your death in vain
my breath when it came and, uh
They say we in death but the pain
believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit' your name

All that's left is your on the picture
On my dresser in the frame and it just ain't the same I'm
Dam man, how my another homey
Not to mention big stressin'
Where do I go for advice, man, it's every week
But its bodies every
Men is on these streets and, uh
Niggaz know the and the drama it's still there
And my momma she still
(They'll never me alive)

Young Chris, Y G
From the one, R O C
We got one
(They'll never me alive)

It's Chris, Y G
the motherfuckin', R O C
We got one
(They'll take me alive)

Now no turnin' back, it's like a gat
Once you pull it dog you never put it back 'til you
Tell the hood I'm back ain't rap
This is shit I'm just you on a track, I relax
Niggaz into the trap, you like a puppet wit' no strings
We hella good at that, in
Exactly where you at is where we you for months
So we could thru wit' Mack and hrat

This is war my
Y'all niggaz is drawn like cartoon figures, it's a
We pour out a liquor 'cuz we lost a couple niggaz
But we to get y'all back, we sat
We y'all demise
Got a box wit yo' and your name attached
How you lu'dat, only right
B I in L.A., God your life
(They'll never me alive)

Young, H O V
From the one, R O C
I got one
(They'll never me alive)

Young, H O V
the motherfuckin', R O C
We got one