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 sell records like
Oops! I'm by a doorbell

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

Stop the from barkin'
proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I seen
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th

it
I deeper
I see up on his sneakers
And his gripped a chrome four-fifth

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

Is he in
Retaliation for this one be minimal
'Cause I'm a
Way before the rap

Bust the gat
Puff won't know what happened,
If it's smoothly
on the Uzi

Stash in the
My alibi, any
With a booty that don't Big Pop
Head spinnin', bout my man C-Rock

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

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

Fillin' clips he our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we
Some kid Jason
In a Honda station,

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

'Round the I was locked up with you
True
But yo nigga let me
Don't them clips too high

Give them room to breathe
Damn was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
went home
And Jay got the fuck up
Hit 'em

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

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But fuck
I where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin'
And don't be strapped
Supreme in
Is downstairs, the engine
Find a bag to put the in
And c'mon if you

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

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

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

Jason
Ain't no slugs be wasted
Revenge I'm at the tip of my lips
I wait to feel my clip in his hips

the chocolate

Sing lie
There's with his back to me

to his faculty
I to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start
Scream his out

Squeeze six knuckles
Nigga turned around holdin' his