Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

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

Why I entertain 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 Gang still ride the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the
You know who did it still same
Now hide from the
Im it mane, Im seein vain
Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the mane
You hit the streets with
Hit the in the Range
Shh, Shh, We aint they name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, in the Range
a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets
Ask me, do your background check
40th guns around history
40 or a unsolved mystery
Give your corner caution, I go on
Fuck the robbery I be on
Embrace the lecture, test taste the
Not Rivera, nor Mason Betha
Get the 8 and stretch it, til they laid in
Til the red van try to raid and wreck us
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yes infections
Put the stamp on if got the needles check em

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

2: Cam' Ron]
Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop hustle
my case open hope I get in more trouble
More scuffles, so the Law can
To my they know when I get bored HUSTLE
My Man Joe, still stop and go
Get a and blow if I yell Da da Doe
Is you Raba (NO) Even know
Im the shit but shit Vamoose go
I visit Peru, to canoe
vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Killa
Hustler all and that gorilla stitch
40 years go by man snitch
Niggaz fronted on man still I itch
No hammers that night man
It was Amatuer night I sandman
I keep Bam Bam Bigilo
Cam the nigga tho
Fam Fam every damn know
So blam blam yea you that trigger blow
Yes maam, toe ring and that there

[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 body. Yall niggaz smell like spoiled pussy.
That's word to me baby. niggaz wish, wish I was dead,
but too bad for motherfuckerz. Here I go.
Then gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall.
I dont give a fuck, its up for everybody
dat looks anything lil lil lil lil tiny lil bit like yall.
You kno who you dealin wit?.. i Im half Coo-coo,
half motherfuckin crazy. I done bit half of my lip off to
see one of motherfuckaz. Killa Cam, killa I know,
I know how you I know you wz walkin round wit da out
talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope motherfuckers try to do it
cuz I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for stinkin ass.
My in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs,
My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill Lil Dipset nigga zeaky...
im still here, poppin boucin fly az a motherfucker. Come wit us,
I wish you would. I you could. Yall mother fuckers is some dead mother fuckers.
Yall me some deeeaad mother fuckers... mother fuckers