Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and
Gone like right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
me bail nigga but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a of the dank stuff
and enough that double dooz me
I'm loadin' up the oozy
now who's he
Well it's that motherfucker doe
whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been up on the garden block
You either up the information,
nigga I get shots, so nah WHAT!
I guess you dose of this milla
Twenty-four from that mommas baby killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a ten
Bustin' em at your before I crept nigga
to your own death

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Nigga to your own death

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

So niggas miss my
Some niggas don't know me, niggas know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal of shit
Plus more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high
So niggas done load them nins and pull them high
And lie in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the
Them niggas that really don't 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 impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the
Leavin' you walkin' to your low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the 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' holes in a neck
So watch the reeper I creep crept
Welcome to own death

x6

When I hit the with a nine
fools better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at runnin'
gage shells
Only goin' to hell
And 5-0 they can't swoop
See we mobbin' too well
My murder file pile more than a nigga expected
See cause of the city of Sac still 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 kick up some
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker a nigga like me
When hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a stress
Gotta your back like 24-7
unless you be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat you're buried
nine millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your with your last breathe
Welcome to own death

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