Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

[Bridge: K
All my niggas get reckless, I got rent on my necklace
She calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
Might just fly out to Texas and it up just like Tetris
my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson

T.I.]
And we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every of the rainbow
all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' with [and dick it down?]
Countin' money blowin' weed in the (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the (in the sack)
And all we know is double up and fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a till I die (till I die)

[Verse 1: K
Okay now bang, bang, [?], thing a young nigga stack
ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass
Nigga what the fuck is
Nigga that's some [?] side note I a mill
P code to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I win ain't never waste no time
This that trap music, urban
Bitch I'm a urban legend, 'round a Smith N Wesson
a nigga wanna test it
Fuck it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma this shit up with my team
Went from rag to riches now I keep them in my jeans
Drag racin' on peace treaties, that's some shit that never see
Now I'm here with the

T.I.]
And we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every of the rainbow
Fuck all that going and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and dick it down?]
Countin' money blowin' weed in the (in the back)
Hundred K, two or in the sack
And all we know is double up and fly
And run that up, be a hustler till I die

2: T.I.]
Hold up, it what it like
I got your with a girl like a [?]
Going, hard, on a all
And then I give it back to ya nigga I like her
Did shit or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve that [?] ho it
Looking for some trouble well ass gonna get it
Never and share a time my peasant
Pussy nigga did respect my presence
Fully automatic [?] it
Peel it, peel it, it, peel it, pew your bed gone nigga
We're puttin' on nigga, got scrilla
Got a bad bitch no thong with em
And she walkin' out like Kong hit her
So good made her running
She she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill I made a double that
The nigga had her eating double
I fell [?]
She right, get another rack
Crib with a pad, full of fine bitches hella bad
Ran out of cab never add

T.I.]
And we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the
at all the going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and dick it down?]
Countin' money blowin' weed in the (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the (in the sack)
And all we know is up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)