Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

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

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

Hey Zeek you (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)
10 it extend (yeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, gotta die tonite

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

[Outro: Freeky
Fuck yall thats word to my mother B.
If I anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by,
sneakin by, creepin by tha corner to make im gone.
Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..
Every motherfucken body. Yall smell like spoiled pussy.
word 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 that looks anything yall.
I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for
dat looks anything lil lil tiny lil lil tiny lil bit yall.
You kno who you dealin wit?.. i told Im Coo-coo,
half motherfuckin crazy. I bit half of my lip off waitin to
see one of yall motherfuckaz. Cam, killa 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 somethin for stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass.
My foot in ass. my fist in they 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 wish you would. I wish you could. mother fuckers is some dead mother fuckers.
hurd me some deeeaad mother fuckers... mother fuckers