Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the dreamin' about Leer 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
Cock my

the dogs from barkin'
Then proceed to
Its a face that I before
My nigga Sing, he used to on the 16th floor

it
I deeper
I see up on his sneakers
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 up the door, pitiful

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'em right for the Persian white
Pistol his kids
And up his wife
He Rock set em up, no question
Wet em up no
Than 50 shots in his
How shots?
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 runnin'
a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if you

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

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

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

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

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 turned around holdin' his