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 sell records like Snoop
Oops! I'm interrupted by a

3:52, who the
Is
I up quick
my shit

Stop the dogs barkin'
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 gripped a chrome 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
Retaliation for this one be minimal
I'm a criminal
Way before the rap

the gat shit
Puff won't even what 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

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

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

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

the time I was locked up with you
True
But yo let me proceed
fill them clips too high

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

Caught 'em right for the white
Pistol whipped his
And up his wife
He figured Rock set em up, no
Wet em up no
Than 50 in his direction
How shots?
Man nigga, I seen mad

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

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

Somebody die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the gunshots
gotta die
Nobody 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
Slow
Fuck all plannin' shit
Run up in cribs
And 'em catch the man n shit
See niggas like you do ten bids
Miss the nigga want
And innocent kids
Not I
One in my eye

That's
Ain't no slugs gonna be
I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I wait to feel my clip in his hips

Pass the

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'
Scream his out

six knuckles shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his