Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I through the woods of the southside
Terrors on milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I a dome and bail
Gone like hell through the do
I'm rollin' a fat of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
Watch me bail nigga but you see me though
Cause I'm fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank
and enough double O-A-E dooz me
I'm loadin' up the oozy
now who's he
Well it's dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You give up the information,
I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby
mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at chin before I crept nigga
to your own death

x6
Nigga welcome to your own

(BUCK! For them who know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter and true is the game) x2

So niggas miss my
Some niggas don't know me, niggas know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut type of shit
Plus many more caps
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high
So niggas done load them and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and another fat one up
one up for loc to the brain
Them niggas that really don't a fuck
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a and left in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is I rips for
Creepin' up in a six impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my do the talkin'
you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo from the mack 1-0
I had ya just in case
I got me a eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper I creep crept
to your own death

x6

When I hit the block a nine
fools better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at runnin'
gage shells
Only worriers goin' to
And 5-0 they just swoop
See cause we mobbin' too
My murder file done pile more than a expected
See cause have of the city of Sac ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker about a like me
When it's to believe
the nine comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the and it's making a motherfucker stress
Gotta watch your back like
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat until you're
That nine millimeter givin' no motherfuckin'
Up on your back your last breathe
to your own death

x6