Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they records like Snoop
Oops! I'm by a doorbell

3:52, who the
Is
I up quick
my shit

Stop the dogs from
Then to walkin'
Its a face I seen before
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th

it
I look
I see up on his sneakers
And his fist a chrome four-fifth

So I dip
Nigga, is you or speakin'?
He me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
I up the door, pitiful

Is he in
Retaliation for this one won't be
I'm a criminal
Way before the rap

Bust the gat
Puff even know what happened,
If done smoothly
on the Uzi

Stash in the
My alibi, any
With a booty don't fucked Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' bout my man

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
gotta die
Nobody know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

Somebody die
If I go, you go
Somebody die
Let the blow
Somebody die
gotta know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know what we facin'
kid named Jason
In a Honda station,

Was
About how much and crack he stackin'
Rock had a grip so they up a clique
A small

'Round the time I was up with you
True
But yo let me proceed
Don't fill clips too high

Give them bullets room to
Damn was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
D-Rock went
And Jay got stuck the up
Hit 'em

Caught 'em right for the white
Pistol his kids
And taped up his
He figured set em up, no question
Wet em up no
Than 50 in his direction
How shots?
Man nigga, I mad holes

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But fuck
I know all them niggas rest at
In the hustlin'
And they be strapped
Supreme in
Is downstairs, the engine
Find a bag to put the in
And if you comin'

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
Somebody die
gotta know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
gotta die
Nobody gotta
I killed yo ass in the mist, kid

Exchanged hugs and pounds the throw down
How it's gonna go
Lay these niggas
Slow
Fuck all that shit
Run up in they
And make 'em the man n shit
See niggas like you do ten bids
the nigga they want
And murder kids
Not I
One in my eye

That's
Ain't no slugs gonna be
Revenge I'm at the tip of my lips
I can't to feel my clip in his hips

Pass the

Sing lie
Jason with his back to me

Talkin' to his
I to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start
his name out

Squeeze six shorter
turned around holdin' his daughter