Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
The way shoops and how they sell 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 face that I before
My Sing, he used to sling on the 16th floor

it
I look
I see blood up on his
And his fist gripped a chrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

them bullets room to breathe
Damn was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
D-Rock went
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
Than 50 shots in his
How many
Man nigga, I mad holes

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

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

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

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

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

Pass the

Sing lie
There's Jason with his to me

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

Squeeze six knuckles
Nigga turned around holdin' his