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, that's makin' me do some of that evil shit
(West Side!)
it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, out, loc!
down 'cause these niggas fuckin' with yours
Get in where you fit in 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 is a sad-faced clown, geah

Till I die nothin' but cheese
Till I die tryin' to come up on
I die nothin' but guns and weed
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 they would ever see me
With my eh blue rag buddy the C P T

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

Time to the game and turn it up a notch
And on the muthafuckin' neighborhood watch
My greener than a clover in a 4-6 Rover
I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all

I take a ice cold 40 of Cristal and they servin'
Me and a Persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we
Keep off the hood, greed 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 tryin' to up on ki's
Till I die nothin' but and weed
Till I die givin' you just what you need