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 by a doorbell

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stash in the
My alibi, any
With a booty that fucked Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' my man C-Rock

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But that
I where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin'
And they be strapped
in black
Is downstairs, the engine
a bag to put the guns in
And if you comin'

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

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

Exchanged and pounds before the throw down
How it's gonna go
Lay these low-down
down
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

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

the chocolate

Sing lie
There's Jason his back to me

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

six knuckles shorter
Nigga turned around his daughter