Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

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

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

Stop the dogs from
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 fist a chrome four-fifth

So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or
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 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

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

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

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

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

Give bullets room to breathe
Damn was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck 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
50 shots in his direction
How shots?
Man nigga, I mad holes

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But that
I know where all them rest at
In the hustlin'
And they be strapped
in black
Is downstairs, the runnin'
Find a bag to put the in
And c'mon if you

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

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

Jason
Ain't no gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my
I can't wait to feel my in his hips

the chocolate

Sing lie
There's Jason with his to me

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

Squeeze six shorter
Nigga around holdin' his daughter