Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

Thug shit,
G's in the
Hey, what can I
(Geah)
Hoo-Bangin's official,
And now we gon' do some 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 of wind so I jet
This real nigga from Compton, no shit
Thugs town, now car jacks and sales
County bus rolls through trips to jail

What the hell won't trade it, class can't fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we it
niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks
Land of the weed and cars that [unverified] hops

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

Y'all niggas be gay, smilin' and shakin'
How this greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk
4-5 yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah

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

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

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

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

Or the window, tie up the ho', the scope?
Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want
Lock down for me on the bus
Now my outlook is a sad-faced clown,

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 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
my eh blue rag buddy from the C P T

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

to elevate the game and turn it up a notch
And bust on the muthafuckin' neighborhood
My money than a clover 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 Persian hoe in a 6-4 doja while we swervin'
Keep off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga
Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I until I die,nigga

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