Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

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

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

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

it
I deeper
I see up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome

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

Is he in
Retaliation for this one be minimal
'Cause I'm a
Way the rap shit

Bust the gat
Puff even know what happened,
If it's done
on the Uzi

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

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

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

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

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

Give bullets room to breathe
where was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
went home
And Jay got the fuck up
Hit 'em

Caught 'em right for the white
Pistol his kids
And taped up his
He Rock set em up, no question
Wet em up no
Than 50 in his direction
How many
Man nigga, I mad holes

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But that
I know where all them niggas at
In the hustlin'
And don't be strapped
Supreme in
Is downstairs, the engine
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
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

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

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

That's
Ain't no slugs gonna be
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my
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 feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas squealin'
his name out

Squeeze six knuckles
Nigga turned around holdin' his