Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

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

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

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

Y'all must be gay, smilin' and shakin'
How bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
Never 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
Till I die nothin' but guns and
Till I die you just what you need

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

Till my dying day I lay
Till my last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay
Guilty Never me!
Last night nigga done a felony

try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, out, loc!
Shake down 'cause these niggas with yours
Get in where you fit in even if 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 down for me on the bus
Now my outlook is a sad-faced clown,

I die nothin' but makin' cheese
Till I die tryin' to come up on
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'
never thought that they would ever 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 plot
We be juggin' up and rockin' up chicken
(What you need, nigga?)

Time to 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 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 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 nothin' but makin'
I die tryin' to come up on ki's
Till I die nothin' but guns and
I die givin' you just what you need [unverified]