Luyện nghe bài hát The Good Die Young

Yo, you know what I want? I the beat to drop right now
Niggas be thinkin' I'm right? You are crazy
I crazy, you are crazy
At least I don't think I'm
I think my shit is hot, I I'm hot
You hot but you
Why wanna? Man, I don't know

It's the money makes shit get ugly
It's the money that these hoes love me
It's the that makes niggas wanna slug me
Man, I thought the money would make it all
Yo, I write what I do or see
The felonies from day to day me say what I say
When I die my art be worth more than Picasso's
Don't cry for me, for me
And if you see them niggas wet me, wile' for me

Remember the good times, the chips we
The we packed
And all the we cooked from coke to crack
Let my tombstone read, "I tried" and from the
Everything I wrote was my heart
So it'll always be number one on my
I get with my shit, don't fuck with my art
it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
This shit is real, it ain't a

They say the good die
I guess these grimy niggas live a long
Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine
Keep eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

They say the die young
I these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I my eyes on mine

it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
I'm convinced it can happen to kid
So I get vest up I get dressed up
In the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' up
If it's Dom that you fill up my cup
If you got to doubt me, shut the fuck up
Why do niggas act like hard when they know they butt?
And gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya

Duke listen, if you I'ma hurt you
get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
Right now what you need to do is gimme the
Forget about your Boss mad, just save ya ass
Be a good Boy now, go and get stash
I seen you throw it next to the can like it was trash
Alright run along before I ya ass
I hate to do this to you but I really this cash

They say the good die
I guess these grimy niggas live a time
Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I my eyes on mine

They say the good die
I guess these grimy niggas a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine
Keep your eyes on while I keep my eyes on mine

I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go
Then again I don't it'd be fun to stick around and go last
Man listen, if you really really like shit
Nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya
Call him now I drop for real 'cause after I drop
I'ma be chargin' ya'll like Forty a pop
To each his own, me? I got it while it was
mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street

1999's the year of the predator, I'm to eat
Niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get
your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? What a treat
You're a generous guy, 'em off or die
Man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't slingin' pies
Look around, ain't nobody 'round fly
Why you 'round here this shit anyway? Huh? You high?
See, you made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye

They say the good die
I guess these grimy niggas a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on

They say the die young
I guess these grimy niggas a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine
Keep eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine