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
my shit

Stop the from barkin'
Then to walkin'
Its a face that I before
My Sing, he used to sling on the 16th floor

it
I deeper
I see up on his sneakers
And his fist a chrome four-fifth

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
for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a
Way before the rap

Bust the gat
won't 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' my man C-Rock

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

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

Fillin' he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we
Some kid named
In a station, wagon

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

'Round the time I was locked up you
True
But yo nigga let me
Don't fill them 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 whipped his
And up his wife
He figured Rock set em up, no
Wet em up no
Than 50 shots in his
How many
Man nigga, I mad holes

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But fuck
I know where all them rest at
In the hustlin'
And they don't be
in black
Is downstairs, the engine
Find a bag to put the in
And c'mon if you

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
Somebody die
Nobody know
I killed 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 gonna go
Lay these niggas
Slow
Fuck all that shit
Run up in they
And make 'em the man n shit
See niggas you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they
And murder kids
Not I
One in my eye

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

Pass the

Sing lie
Jason with his back to me

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

Squeeze six shorter
Nigga around holdin' his daughter