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 trust no
When I a dome and bail
like hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, ooh
Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me
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 slowly up the oozy
Well now he
Well that dead motherfucker doe
whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose bustin' up on the garden block
You give up the information,
nigga I get shots, so nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of milla
Twenty-four shots from that baby killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I nigga
to your own death

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 niggas know me, niggas don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut type of shit
Plus more caps bust
sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So niggas done them 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
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 and guts is what I rips for
Creepin' up in a six four
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut
Nah I do is let my nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your low
Diggin'? yo smoke the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' just in
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a neck
So the reeper when I creep crept
to your own death

x6

When I hit the with a nine
Them fools better be
My nigga got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
gage shells
Only worriers goin' to
And 5-0 they just can't
See cause we mobbin' too
My murder file done pile more a nigga expected
See have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker about a like me
When it's hard to
the nine millimeter out my pants gonna make you dance
See the city and it's making a motherfucker stress
Gotta your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back your last breathe
to your own death

x6