Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Die

Good evening, kidnap you for the
to please me
Pardon how I drive, swerving, drinking frequently
Yea, dim lighters, these niggas ain't half as decent
No respect, and they gonna it, walk into a giant breathin'
I'm hot
Been at the top, just hide in my spot
Don't want me to pop but my shit steamin' like a shop
Love in hearts, I lost cause niggas done died, girls fall off
Gossippin' bout me, that's just minor
Stuntin' on like man... He fresh, a big timer, sick rhymer
Headliner, pick, I'm gone find ya
met a bitch that resemble Madonna
But blonde bitch beggin' to kick it but I don't need no drama
Got one mama
I'm tryin' to honest
time can tell, what's timeless, Rolex in diamonds
When I die that casket better cost 100
Shut the fuck up, let me spend it, for right now

the day I die
I told my girl to ride, big girl cry
Floating at the top, can't get no
Thought mama told you not to play with
Play with
We die
Run the jungle, tryna stay alive
True to yourself, never been no
Thought mama told you not to play with
Play with

a Biggie, no Pun intended
Stop pretending you fucking lives up, classy nigga, perfect attendance
5 Percenters running own shit but they ain't sprinters
Got the Chevelle, yellow paint I call it Kobe
Lil pro, swerve the curb, you fucking
Nine Chef Boyardee, boy don't get served
Don't half of yesterday, my whole life's a blur
that'll ride for me and they don't say a fuckin' word
Words, splurging urgently, I got the fucking
Ultimately too for you, someone pass the hors d'oeuvres
Buying low tops, only time me and you prolly
Getting overlapped, or your peers behind, what's worse?

the day I die
Prayin' my shoulder, protect me my God
I know is hard but can't get no harder
Need some motivation if I'm gonna get
keep going harder

the day I die
I told my girl to ride, big don't cry
at the top, can't get no higher
Thought mama told you not to play fire
Play fire
We die
Run into the jungle, tryna alive
True to yourself, never been no
Thought mama told you not to with fire
Play fire

No privacy this of week, trying to fulfill the prophecy
as the tires screech, somebody die right next to me
The block'll see, most of not in my favour, they just favour me
up your house, that was Christmas Eve
Dump you out water, call it overseas
With foreign bitches that don't got ID's
Vacation, Jamaica, was a good time for me
Life of luxury, teach my royalty yeah

the day I die
I told my girl to ride, big girl cry
at the top, can't get no higher
Thought told you not to play with fire
with fire
We die
Run into the jungle, tryna stay
True to yourself, never been no
Thought mama told you not to with fire
with fire