Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli chrome alone cause I trust no snitch
When I a dome and bail
Gone hell right through the do
I'm a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
me bail nigga but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my
But takin' a puff of the dank
and enough that O-A-E dooz me
I'm loadin' up the oozy
Well now he
Well that 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 either up the information,
nigga I get shots, so nah WHAT!
I you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots that mommas baby killa
mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your before I crept nigga
Welcome to your own

x6
Nigga to your own death

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

So niggas my sicc
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
sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So niggas done load them nins and them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll fat one up
one up for loc to the brain
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 with a mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I for
Creepin' up in a six four
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 from the mack 1-0
I had ya just in case
I got me a mack for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So the reeper when I creep crept
to your own death

x6

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

x6