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 by a doorbell

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 floor

it
I deeper
I see blood up on his
And his fist gripped a four-fifth

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

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

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

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

Somebody die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
gotta die
Nobody know
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 Honda station,

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

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

Give them bullets to breathe
where was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
D-Rock went
And Jay got stuck the up
Hit 'em

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

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But that
I know where all them rest at
In the buildin'
And they don't be
Supreme in
Is downstairs, the runnin'
Find a bag to put the in
And c'mon if you

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 blow
gotta die
Nobody gotta
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

Exchanged hugs and pounds before the down
How it's go down
Lay these low-down
Slow
Fuck all that shit
Run up in they
And make 'em the man n shit
See like you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they
And innocent kids
Not I
One in my eye

Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be
I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my 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 start squealin'
Scream his out

six knuckles shorter
Nigga turned holdin' his daughter