Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

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

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

What the won't trade it, high class can't fade it
Out of town trips with is how we made it
Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and
Land of the green weed and cars [unverified] hops

Don't stop, packin' my and Beretta
Guarantee my goes tough through your leather
Whenever the rhyme or the 9 play
(Ping, ping!)
It's a done when I hit you run way

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

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

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

my dying day I lay away
Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to you pay
Guilty conscience? me!
Last night nigga done a felony

Jealousy try to approach, promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, out, loc!
Shake down 'cause these niggas 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, you're booked, I more
down for me on the bus downtown
Now my outlook is a sad-faced clown,

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

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

We be in do's, sweevin' 4-4's
30 clips in a fully Mack 1-0's
So as the tickin' and the plot thickens
We be up Sherman and rockin' up chicken
(What you need, nigga?)

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

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

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