Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sittin' in the crib about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like
Oops! I'm interrupted by a

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

Stop the dogs from
proceed to walkin'
Its a face I seen before
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th

it
I look
I see up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a four-fifth

So I dip
Nigga, is you or speakin'?
He tells me just 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

Bust the gat
Puff even 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

gotta 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
I killed yo ass in the mist, kid

Fillin' clips he our situation
Precisely, so we exactly what 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 small

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

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

Caught 'em for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his
And up his wife
He figured set em up, no question
Wet em up no
50 shots 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 c'mon if you

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
Somebody die
Nobody know
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

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

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

the chocolate

Sing lie
There's Jason with his to me

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

Squeeze six shorter
Nigga turned holdin' his daughter