Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

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

Why should I entertain lies in the
Pies to my
E 5 to his brain, die for the
Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, in the lane
Dip Gang still ride the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the
You who did it still grindin same
Now hide the fame
Im it mane, Im seein vain
Damn thats my 10 deep in the game mane
You hit the with Cane
Hit the streets in the
Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back sets
Ask about me, do your check
40th guns revolve history
40 or a unsolved mystery
Give your corner caution, I go on
the robbery I be on extortion
Embrace the lecture, taste the texture
Not Rivera, nor Mason Betha
Get the 8 and stretch it, til they in strecthers
Til the red van come try to and wreck us
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Evil yes
Put the stamp on if they got the check em

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

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

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