Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm in the crib dreamin' about 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 up quick
Cock my

Stop the dogs from
Then to walkin'
Its a face that I seen
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the floor

it
I deeper
I see blood up on his
And his fist gripped a 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
Retaliation for one won't be minimal
I'm a criminal
Way the rap shit

the gat shit
Puff won't even know 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' bout my man

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caught 'em for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his
And taped up his
He figured 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 they don't be
Supreme in
Is downstairs, the runnin'
Find a bag to put the in
And if you comin'

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

Exchanged hugs and pounds the throw down
How gonna go down
Lay niggas low-down
down
Fuck all that plannin'
Run up in they
And make 'em catch the man n
See like you do ten year bids
the nigga they want
And murder innocent
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 in his hips

the chocolate

Sing lie
Jason with his back to me

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

Squeeze six shorter
turned around holdin' his daughter