Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and
Gone like hell right the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, ooh
Watch me bail but you don't 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
Well now he
Well it's that motherfucker doe
Well whatcha know comin' with that 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 milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby
Nigga hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin I crept nigga
Welcome to your own

x6
Nigga to your own death

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

So niggas miss my
niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click
That rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many caps bust
Anymore to roll up, we need that high back
So niggas done load 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 don't give a fuck
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and in a cut
So now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus nuts and guts is what I rips for
Creepin' up in a six 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 funeral low
Diggin'? yo from the mack 1-0
I had ya just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas
So the reeper when I creep crept
to your own death

x6

When I hit the block a nine
fools better be duckin'
My duck got out the car and started 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 a nigga expected
See have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of a motherfucker about a nigga like me
When it's to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a motherfucker
Gotta watch your like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll until you're buried
That nine millimeter no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with your last
Welcome to your own

x6