Luyện nghe bài hát Never Take Me Alive

Ya know what we doin'

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

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

And motherfuckers say
You ain't focused at the time
But wasn't on the same vibe, I remain calm
This aim mine when game time
Though you dog you spirit still wit' us
For the we just clearin' the picture

And we them niggaz
Ridin' hard 'til we bury them
Show you how much we care for you
And I'm ready to pop my to 'for they let me get popped
in piece A L, O reddy, and hop
(They'll take me alive)

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

It's Neef, Y G
the motherfuckin', R O C
We got one
(They'll never me alive)

The was our vision
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 in crime
Big you had the Mafia, me, I got the
Got a lot of fake families out here copyin'
But nigga trust I'ma flush all bullshit
All this Tupac and fake Suge shit

We ain't the first to make shit
We invent the wheel but we made the Goodrich tire
And now we rich
And I rhyme like my momma in the hood shit
But my momma got V12 the hood
She got C L on of the 6
Now my job is to help little Chris
Get his out this bitch, avoid the drama out this bitch
(They'll never me alive)

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

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

Just lost another one, we'll 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 it's stress on my
But your death ain't in
Lost my breath it came and, uh
They say we in death but the pain
Best believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit' your

All that's left is face on the picture
On my dresser in the frame and it just the same I'm like
Dam man, how my homey missin'
Not to mention big stressin'
Where do I go for advice, man, it's shows week
But its bodies night
Men is cold on streets and, uh
Niggaz know the police and the drama it's still
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)

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

Now it's no turnin' back, it's 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 I'm just tellin' you on a track, I relax
Niggaz fell the trap, you like a puppet wit' no strings
We hella good at that, in
where you at is where we wanted you for months
So we could come thru wit' Mack and

is war my niggaz
Y'all niggaz is drawn cartoon figures, it's a fact
We pour out a little liquor 'cuz we lost a niggaz
But we 'bout to get back, we sat
We plotted y'all
Got a box wit yo' and your name attached
How you lu'dat, it's only
B I in L.A., God bless life
(They'll take me alive)

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

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