Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

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

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

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

it
I look
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 opens up the door,

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

Bust the gat
Puff won't know what happened,
If done smoothly
on the Uzi

Stash in the
My alibi, any
a booty that don't fucked Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' my man C-Rock

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

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

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

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

'Round the time I was up with you
indeed
But yo nigga let me
fill them clips too high

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

Caught 'em for the Persian white
Pistol his kids
And up his wife
He Rock set em up, no question
Wet em up no
50 shots in his direction
How shots?
Man nigga, I seen mad

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But fuck
I know where all them rest at
In the buildin'
And they be strapped
Supreme in
Is downstairs, the engine
a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if you

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

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

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

That's
Ain't no slugs gonna be
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

to his faculty
I start to get a feeling
Put the on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his out

Squeeze six knuckles
Nigga turned holdin' his daughter