Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

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

Why should I entertain lies in the
to my name
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, with the chain
You who did it still grindin same
Now hide the fame
Im seein it mane, Im vain
Damn thats my 10 deep in the game mane
You hit the streets with
Hit the in the Range
Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave, Sleep in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back sets
Ask about me, do background check
40th guns around history
40 or a unsolved mystery
your corner caution, I go on flossin
Fuck the I be on extortion
the lecture, test taste the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason
Get the 8 and it, til they laid in strecthers
Til the red van come try to and wreck us
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yes infections
Put the stamp on if got the needles check em

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

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

[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 kill yall motherfuckerz. word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..
Every motherfucken body. Yall niggaz smell like pussy.
That's word to me baby. niggaz wish, wish I was dead,
but too bad for motherfuckerz. Here I go.
Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything yall.
I give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody
dat looks lil lil tiny lil lil tiny lil bit like yall.
You kno who you dealin wit?.. i told Im Coo-coo,
half crazy. I done bit half of my lip off waitin to
see one of yall motherfuckaz. Cam, killa I know,
I how you I know you wz walkin round wit da chain out
talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these 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 in they face, My knee 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 fuckers is some dead mother fuckers.
Yall hurd me some deeeaad mother fuckers... mother