Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

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

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Nigga welcome to own death

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

So miss my sicc
Some niggas don't know me, don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut type of shit
Plus more caps bust
Anymore to roll up, we need that high back
So done load them nins and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the
Them niggas that really give a fuck
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I for
Creepin' up in a six 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 from the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' just in
I got me a mack eleven for face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper when I creep
Welcome to your own

x6

When I hit the block with a
Them fools better be
My nigga duck got out the car and buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable shells
Only goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't
See we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a nigga
See cause have of the city of Sac ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to up some dirt
And I'm of warnin' a motherfucker about a nigga like me
When hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you
See that's the city and it's a motherfucker stress
watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter givin' no respect
Up on back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own

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