Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

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

What the hell won't trade it, high can't fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we it
Y'all 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 your leather
Whenever the rhyme or the 9 play
(Ping, ping!)
It's a deal when I hit you run way

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

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

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
is my reputation, caps get peeled
Front line nigga for 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 to make you pay
conscience? Never me!
Last night nigga done caught a

Jealousy try to approach, wanna
Then provoke gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down 'cause niggas fuckin' with yours
Get in where you fit in even if a back door

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

Till I die nothin' but makin'
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

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

We be kickin' in do's, sweevin'
Shovin' 30 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 game and it up a notch
And bust on the muthafuckin' neighborhood
My money 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 while we
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 up on ki's
Till I die nothin' but and weed
Till I die givin' you just what you need