Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail through the woods of the
Terrors on nine milli chrome alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a and bail
Gone like hell right the do
I'm rollin' a fat of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me
I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But a puff of the dank stuff
and that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly up the oozy
now who's he
Well it's that dead doe
Well whatcha know comin' through that murder mo
And I heard you now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either up the information,
I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that baby killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin I crept nigga
Welcome to your own

x6
Nigga welcome to your own

(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da
Them got them nine millimeter and true is the game) x2

So niggas miss my
Some don't know me, niggas don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal of shit
Plus more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that back
So niggas load them nins 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 with a mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus nuts and guts is what I rips for
up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the 1-0
I had ya just in case
I got me a mack eleven for face that's leavin' no trace
Caps a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper when I creep
Welcome to 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'
untraceable shells
Only worriers goin' to
And 5-0 they just can't
See cause we too well
My file done pile more than a nigga expected
See have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a about a nigga like me
it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a stress
Gotta watch back like 24-7
you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat until buried
That millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with your breathe
Welcome to your own

x6