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 records like Snoop
Oops! I'm by a doorbell

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

Stop the from barkin'
Then proceed to
Its a that I seen before
My nigga Sing, he to sling on the 16th floor

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

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

Is he in
Retaliation for this one won't be
I'm a criminal
Way the rap shit

Bust the gat
Puff even know what happened,
If done smoothly
on the Uzi

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

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
Somebody 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'
Some kid Jason
In a Honda station,

Was
About how 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 too high

Give them room to breathe
Damn was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
D-Rock home
And Jay got stuck the 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
50 shots in his direction
How many
Man nigga, I mad holes

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

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

Somebody die
If I go, you go
Somebody 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 go down
Lay these low-down
down
Fuck all that plannin'
Run up in cribs
And make 'em the man n shit
See niggas you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they
And murder innocent
Not I
One in my eye

Jason
Ain't no gonna be wasted
I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his

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 his niggas start squealin'
his name out

Squeeze six knuckles
turned around holdin' his daughter