Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset
Dip Dip Dip Dipset
Dip Dip dip Bitch
Dipset bitch Bitch
NIGGA FREEKEY ZEKEY 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, fight in the lane
Dip Gang still with the Chain
Four to none, survive with the chain
You know who did it grindin same
Now hide from the
Im it mane, Im seein vain
Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the mane
You hit the with Cane
Hit the in the Range
Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac check, I back down sets
Ask about me, do your check
40th guns around history
40 wolves or a mystery
Give corner caution, I go on flossin
Fuck the robbery I be on
the lecture, test taste the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason
Get the 8 and stretch it, til they in strecthers
Til the red van come try to raid and us
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Evil yes
Put the on if they got the needles 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)
10 it extend (yeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die

[Verse 2: Ron]
Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop hustle
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 Goffrey Joe, stop and go
Get a glock and if I yell Da da Doe
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama
Im the but shit Vamoose gotta go
I Peru, just to canoe
vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Killa
Hustler thats all and that stitch
40 years go by man still
Niggaz on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers night Goddamn man
It was Amatuer night I played
I keep that Bam Bam
Cam the nigga tho
Fam Fam damn nigga know
So blam blam yea you hear that trigger
Yes maam, toe and that there Figaro

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