Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Die

Good evening, kidnap you for the
to please me
Pardon how I drive, swerving, Hennessy frequently
Yea, dim your lighters, these niggas ain't as decent
No respect, and they gonna it, walk into a giant breathin'
I'm hot
Been at the top, niggas just in my spot
want me to pop but my shit steamin' like a smoke shop
Love in hearts, I cause niggas done died, then girls fall off
Gossippin' me, that's just minor talk
on niggas like man... He fresh, a big timer, sick rhymer
Headliner, lock pick, I'm find ya
Never met a bitch resemble Madonna
But this blonde bitch to kick it but I don't need no drama
Got one mama
I'm tryin' to honest
Only time can tell, what's timeless, Rolex in
When I die that casket better cost 100
the fuck up, let me spend it, living for right now

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

Drop a Biggie, no Pun
Stop pretending you fucking women's up, classy nigga, perfect attendance
5 Percenters running they own but they ain't sprinters
Got the Chevelle, yellow I call it Kobe finish
Lil pro, swerve the curb, you nerds
Nine Mili Boyardee, boy don't get served
Don't remember of yesterday, my whole life's a blur
Killers that'll for me and they don't say a fuckin' word
Words, urgently, I got the fucking urge
too adult for you, someone pass the hors d'oeuvres
Buying low tops, only time me and you converse
Getting overlapped, or leaving your behind, what's worse?

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

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
with fire
We die
Run the jungle, tryna stay alive
True to yourself, never no liar
Thought mama you not to play with fire
Play with

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

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