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 like Snoop
Oops! I'm interrupted by a

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

Stop the from barkin'
Then proceed to
Its a face 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 just 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 before the rap

the gat shit
Puff even know what happened,
If it's smoothly
on the Uzi

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

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

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

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

Was
About how much 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
fill them clips too high

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

Caught 'em right for the Persian
Pistol his kids
And up his wife
He figured Rock set em up, no
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
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 know
I killed yo ass in the mist, kid

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

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

That's
Ain't no slugs be wasted
Revenge I'm at the tip of my lips
I wait to feel my clip in his hips

the chocolate

Sing lie
Jason with his back to me

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

Squeeze six knuckles
turned around holdin' his daughter