Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

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

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

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

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

So I dip
Nigga, is you or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock 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 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 don't Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' bout my man

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

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

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

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

'Round the time I was up with you
indeed
But yo let me proceed
Don't fill them 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 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 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 gunshots
Somebody die
gotta know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

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

Exchanged hugs and pounds the throw down
How it's go down
Lay niggas low-down
down
Fuck all that plannin'
Run up in they
And make 'em the man n shit
See niggas like you do ten bids
Miss the 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 to feel my clip in his hips

the chocolate

Sing lie
There's Jason with his to me

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

Squeeze six shorter
Nigga turned around his daughter