Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

[Bridge: K
All my niggas get reckless, I got your on my necklace
She calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
Might fly out to Texas and stack 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 color of the
Fuck all that going back and with a dirty bitch
I that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and dick it down?]
money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or in the sack (in the sack)
And all we know is up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a till I die (till I die)

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

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

2: T.I.]
Hold up, it what it look
I got your with a girl like a [?]
Going, hard, on a all
And then I give it back to ya nigga I don't 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 hesitate and share a time my
Pussy nigga ever did my presence
automatic [?] peel it
Peel it, peel it, peel it, peel it, pew your bed gone
puttin' on nigga, got loan scrilla
Got a bad with no thong with em
And she walkin' out King Kong hit her
So good her running back
She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill I made a double
The had her eating double stacks
I fell [?]
She right, get another rack
Crib with a hella pad, full of fine hella bad
Ran out of cab never add

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