Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset
Dip Dip Dip bitch
Dip Dip dip Bitch
Dipset Dipset Bitch
DIPSET NIGGA FREEKEY ZEKEY COME FUCK US

Why should I lies in the game
to my name
E 5 to his brain, die for the
Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, fight in the
Dip still ride with the Chain
Four to none, survive with the chain
You know who did it still grindin
Now from the fame
Im seein it mane, Im vain
Damn my nigga 10 deep in the game mane
You hit the streets Cane
Hit the streets in the
Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave, Sleep in the Range
a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets
Ask about me, do background check
guns revolve around history
40 or a unsolved mystery
Give your caution, I go on flossin
Fuck the I be on extortion
Embrace the lecture, test the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason
Get the 8 and it, til they laid in strecthers
Til the red van come try to raid and us
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Evil yes
Put the stamp on if they got the needles em

Hey you alright (yea)
you wanna (yea)
45 on my (yeeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite
Now in the pen (yea)
I want (yea)
Mack 10 it (yeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, gotta die tonite

[Verse 2: Ron]
Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop more
my case open hope I get in more trouble
More scuffles, so the Law can
To my door they know when I get HUSTLE
My Man Goffrey Joe, still and go
Get a glock and blow if I Da da Doe
Is you Raba (NO) Even know
Im the shit but shit gotta go
I Peru, just to canoe
vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Bitch
Hustler thats all and gorilla stitch
40 go by man still snitch
fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night man
It was Amatuer night I played
I keep that Bam Bam
Cam the nigga tho
Fam Fam damn nigga know
So blam blam yea you that trigger blow
Yes maam, toe ring and that Figaro

[Outro: Freeky
Fuck yall niggaz word to my mother B.
If I catch anyone of yall niggaz by, walkin by,
sneakin by, creepin by tha to make sure im gone.
Imma yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..
Every motherfucken body. Yall smell like spoiled pussy.
That's to me baby. Yall niggaz wish, wish I was dead,
but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. I go.
Then yall gone run soon as see anything looks anything like yall.
I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for
dat looks anything lil lil lil lil tiny lil bit like yall.
You kno who you wit?.. i told Im half Coo-coo,
half motherfuckin crazy. I done bit half of my lip off to
see one of yall motherfuckaz. Killa Cam, I know,
I know how you I know you wz round wit da chain out
talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I these motherfuckers try to do it
cuz I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they ass.
My in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs,
My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill Lil Dipset freaky zeaky...
im still here, boucin fly az a motherfucker. Come fuck wit us,
I wish you would. I wish you could. Yall fuckers is some dead mother fuckers.
Yall hurd me deeeaad mother fuckers... mother fuckers