Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how sell records like Snoop
Oops! I'm interrupted by a

3:52, who the
Is
I gets up
Cock my

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

it
I look
I see up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome

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

Is he in
for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a
Way the rap shit

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

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

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

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

Fillin' clips he explained our
Precisely, so we know what we facin'
Some kid named
In a station, wagon

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

'Round the I was locked up with you
indeed
But yo nigga let me
fill them clips too high

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

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

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But that
I know where all them niggas at
In the hustlin'
And they don't be
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 gunshots
Somebody die
gotta know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

Somebody die
If I go, you go
Somebody 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 niggas low-down
down
Fuck all that plannin'
Run up in they
And make 'em catch the man n
See like you do ten year bids
the nigga they want
And murder kids
Not I
One in my eye

That's
Ain't no gonna be wasted
I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to my clip in his hips

the chocolate

Sing lie
Jason with his back to me

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

Squeeze six knuckles
Nigga around holdin' his daughter