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 me wanna do some of that evil shit
(West Side!)
it out

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

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

Don't stop, packin' my and Beretta
my hollows goes tough through your leather
Whenever the play 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 the funk, punk, I pops the trunk
4-5 hittin' yo' body, a big chunk, geah

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

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
is my reputation, caps get peeled
Front nigga for dollars is my nigga
But I'm kinda fast when 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 caught a

try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, out, loc!
Shake down 'cause these niggas fuckin' with
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
Lock for me on the bus downtown
Now my is a sad-faced clown, geah

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

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, 4-4's
Shovin' 30 clips in a fully 1-0's
So as the clock tickin' and the plot
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 neighborhood watch
My greener than a clover in a 4-6 Rover
I be a millionaire thuggin until all over

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

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