Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' Leer 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 up quick
Cock my

Stop the dogs barkin'
Then to walkin'
Its a face that I 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 chrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fillin' clips he our situation
Precisely, so we exactly what we facin'
kid named Jason
In a station, wagon

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

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

Give them bullets room to
Damn was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
D-Rock home
And Jay got the fuck up
Hit 'em

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

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But fuck
I know where all them niggas at
In the buildin'
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
Somebody die
Let the blow
Somebody die
gotta know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

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

Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my
I can't wait to feel my in his hips

the chocolate

Sing lie
There's Jason with his to me

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

Squeeze six shorter
Nigga turned around his daughter