Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

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

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Nigga welcome to your own

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

So miss my sicc
Some don't know me, niggas don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut type of shit
Plus many more bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need high back
So niggas done load nins and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the
Them that really don't give a fuck
and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck 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
up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the
you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke the mack 1-0
I had ya just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper I creep crept
Welcome to own death

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When I hit the block a nine
Them fools better be
My nigga got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable gage
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 cause have of the city of Sac still accepted
That I'm a and when 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 motherfucker about a nigga me
When hard to believe
the nine millimeter 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 your
Up in a die nigga die you'll repeat until you're buried
That millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with last breathe
Welcome to own death

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