Luyện nghe bài hát We All Die 1 Day

Niggas know what I'm about out
I toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run mouth, I don't care
But if you get too close, I'm gonna you
It's too real out here to be
A real nigga do whatever he has to
A man is the last you should fear
It considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day (Obie go!)

when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look
Like you motherfuckers got Trice shook
I'm gonna stand here as a man and
Let some queer ass looking nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn moms
Shoot up clubs and niggaz' vibes
Everybody running for their motherfucking
Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain motor city pave
Your nervous system still off Jay Z
Ho's in skirts get mirked
ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
Don't ever let a tell you play the bar hard
Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be
Keep this a secret, right by the
A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a

know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I care
But if you get too close, I'm gonna you
It's too out here to be scared
A nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should
It ain't considered a unless they catch you
We all die one day (Obie go!)

But as long as I'm here, I'm grab checks
And make my stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty will your ass bet on words
Touch niggaz in jail make them finish their last set
They say you by the gun and die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a one
You don't I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood
That's a stereotype like everyone that's can jump
I'm in a mink, the fabric is done
Cop like Mike, Larry, Magic and them
Out in Dallas in a palace the Mavericks is from
Living lavish, I'm established, so the come
I'm the clouds, you see me in the train
I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on plane
You be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth
boss and your captain's soft (Bitch)

Niggas know what I'm out here
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't to
You can run your mouth, I care
But if you get too close, I'm clap you
It's too real out to be scared
A real nigga do whatever he has to
A man is the thing you should fear
It ain't a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day (Obie go!)

We gonna bring it to who want it
You it? you gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit em, em up and spit em out

Too venom, and if you roll with 'em
We fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum moving in my to lose
My shoes explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move assassins
Ski masks and gloves this as a warning
comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizast, fuck your little ass up
We are not my vato will have you shot though
through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario
Little hoe ass, go ask be Real
We burn source covers like Cypress Hill
Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers
Records, "you better believe the hype is real"
This is no joke, I smoke
But I toke second hand to make my fuckin "P.O." choke
I'm an OG you with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mia meo a loco
I'm a psycho, Mariah got shit on me
When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on
At San Ranch, huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her
You had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you a fucking pin cushion
Slice your ear off, Smirnoff and indo
I'll show you how to kill a man like Sen Dog
Nobody you that I'm loco, esse?
I lack every chemical in my membrane
I'm Sha "D" in the "Dy" is for "deez nuts"
And you can get one for free so feast up
I pee in a cup for three I'm having an E party for Easter, please come squeeze guns

We bring it to anybody who want it
You it? you gon' get it
You 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out
Too much venom and if you with 'em
We fuck you up with 'em
You can do all them push ups to pump up your
I got a 12 Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God cause I death
Silverback in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around you know how I get
I gangster flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off the end cause the bad guy die
If you to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got on 'em, they still look new
You can raise voice like you fiendin' to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm to cut something
See I like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the don't know me
(50 Cent Ha-ha, Kim, ha-ha)
(Eminem oh, oh)

Niggas what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I care
But if you get too close, I'm gonna you
It's too out here to be scared
A real gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they you
We all die one day (Obie go!)