Luyện nghe bài hát Never Take Me Alive

Ya what we doin' here

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

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

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

And we airin' them
Ridin' hard 'til we them wit'cha
Show you how we care for you niggaz
And I'm ready to pop my to 'for they let me get popped
Rest in 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 take me alive)

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

The was our vision
We ain't it, see it to fruition
We ran outta dam
You think I'm just a fan you out your
was my motherfuckin' man and my partner in crime
Big you had the Mafia, me, I got the
Got a lot of fake families out here copyin'
But nigga I'ma flush all this bullshit
All this fake Tupac and fake shit

We ain't the first to make hood
We ain't invent the wheel but we made the tire
And now we rich
And I rhyme like my momma 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 little Chris
Get his momma out bitch, avoid the drama out this bitch
(They'll never me alive)

Young, H O V
the number 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 one, we'll always love you dog
Just my mother 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 keep it
So me I but it's stress on my brain
But your death ain't in
Lost my when it came and, uh
say we joyce in death but the pain
Best believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit' your

All left is your face on the picture
On my dresser in the and it just ain't 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 every week
But its every night
Men is on these streets and, uh
Niggaz know the police and the it's still there
And my she still there
(They'll never me alive)

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

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

Now it's no back, it's like a gat
Once you it dog you never put it back 'til you clap
the hood I'm back this ain't rap
This is shit I'm just tellin' you on a track, I
Niggaz fell into the trap, you like a puppet no strings
We good at that, in fact
Exactly where you at is where we wanted you for
So we come thru wit' Mack and hrat

is war my niggaz
Y'all niggaz is drawn like figures, it's a fact
We out a little liquor 'cuz we lost a couple niggaz
But we 'bout to get back, we sat
We plotted demise
Got a box wit yo' size and 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
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