Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

Thug shit,
G's in the
Hey, what can I
(Geah)
Hoo-Bangin's official,
And right now we gon' do of that thug shit for that ass
(Killa)
Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil
(West Side!)
it out

Feel a little gust of so I jet
This real nigga dwells from Compton, no
Thugs town, now car jacks and sales
bus rolls through niggas trips to jail

What the hell trade it, high class can't fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we it
Y'all niggas to get a dubs and rocks
Land of the green weed and cars that hops

stop, packin' my heat and Beretta
Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your
the rhyme play or the 9 play
(Ping, ping!)
It's a deal when I hit you run way

Y'all niggas must be gay, and shakin'
How bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the
4-5 yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah

I die nothin' but makin' cheese
Till I die tryin' to up on ki's
I die nothin' but guns and weed
Till I die givin' you what you need

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Steel is my reputation, caps get
Front line for dollars is my nigga
But I'm fast when they spit the 9 triggers

my dying day I lay away
Till my very breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay
Guilty Never me!
night nigga done caught a felony

Jealousy try to approach, promote
Then provoke gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down 'cause niggas fuckin' with yours
Get in you fit in even if it's a back door

Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the
Trying to hand me you popped, booked, I want more
Lock for me on the bus downtown
Now my is a sad-faced clown, geah

Till I die nothin' but makin'
Till I die tryin' to come up on
Till I die nothin' but guns and
Till I die givin' you just what you need

Till I die is gon' be H O
B A N G I N fo'
Niggas never thought that would ever see me
With my eh blue rag from the C P T

We be kickin' in do's, sweevin'
Shovin' 30 clips in a fully Mack
So as the clock tickin' and the thickens
We be juggin' up Sherman and up chicken
(What you need, nigga?)

Time to elevate the game and turn it up a
And bust on the muthafuckin' neighborhood
My money greener than a in a 4-6 Rover
I be a millionaire until it's all over

I a ice cold 40 of Cristal and what they servin'
Me and a hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin'
Keep that off the hood, and determination in my eye, nigga
Be my of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga

Till I die but makin' cheese
Till I die to come up on ki's
Till I die nothin' but guns and
I die givin' you just what you need [unverified]