Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

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

Why should I entertain in the game
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 with the Chain
guns to none, survive with the chain
You know who did it grindin same
Now from the fame
Im it mane, Im seein vain
Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the game
You hit the streets Cane
Hit the streets in the
Shh, Shh, We aint they name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I down sets
Ask about me, do your background
40th guns revolve around
40 wolves or a 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 try to raid and wreck us
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yes infections
Put the stamp on if they got the check em

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

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 door they know 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) mama know
Im the but shit Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to
Witnesses vision is too, Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Bitch
thats all and that gorilla stitch
40 years go by man snitch
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I
No hammers that Goddamn man
It was Amatuer night I played
I keep that Bam Bam
Cam the Damn tho
Fam Fam every damn know
So blam blam yea you hear that trigger
Yes maam, toe ring and there Figaro

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