Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

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

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

What the hell won't trade it, high 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 that hops

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

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

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

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

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

try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down 'cause 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 me you popped, you're 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 to come up on ki's
Till I die nothin' but guns and
Till I die givin' you just you need [unverified]

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

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

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

I take a ice cold 40 of Cristal and what servin'
Me and a Persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja 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
I die tryin' to come up on ki's
Till I die nothin' but guns and
Till I die givin' you just what you need