Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about 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 up quick
my shit

Stop the dogs from
Then to walkin'
Its a face 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 chrome

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 one won't be minimal
I'm a criminal
Way the rap shit

Bust the gat
Puff won't know what happened,
If done 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

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

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the gunshots
gotta die
Nobody 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
how much loot and crack he stackin'
Rock had a so they formed up a clique
A crew

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

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

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

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But that
I know all them niggas rest at
In the hustlin'
And don't be strapped
in black
Is downstairs, the runnin'
a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if you

Somebody 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
Somebody die
Nobody know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

Exchanged hugs and pounds before the down
How gonna go down
Lay these niggas
Slow
Fuck all that shit
Run up in cribs
And make 'em the man n shit
See niggas you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga want
And murder innocent
Not I
One in my eye

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

the chocolate

Sing lie
There's Jason his back to me

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

Squeeze six knuckles
Nigga turned around his daughter