Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer and coupes
The way shoops and how they 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 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 gripped a chrome

So I dip
Nigga, is you or speakin'?
He tells me 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 the rap shit

the gat shit
Puff won't even what happened,
If done smoothly
on the Uzi

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

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the gunshots
Somebody die
gotta know
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' he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know what we facin'
Some kid named
In a station, wagon

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

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

them 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 for the Persian white
whipped his kids
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 know where all niggas rest at
In the hustlin'
And they don't be
Supreme in
Is downstairs, the runnin'
Find a bag to put the in
And c'mon if you

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
Somebody die
Nobody gotta
I killed yo ass in the mist, kid

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

Jason
Ain't no gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm 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

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

six knuckles shorter
Nigga around holdin' his daughter