Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

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

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Nigga welcome to own death

(BUCK! For them who don't 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
O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many more caps
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high
So done load 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 in a truck and left in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is I rips 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 nine do the
Leavin' you walkin' to your low
yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' in case
I got me a mack for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own

x6

When I hit the with a nine
Them better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started at niggas runnin'
untraceable shells
Only goin' to hell
And 5-0 they can't swoop
See cause we too well
My murder file done pile more a nigga expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still accepted
I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker about a nigga me
When it's hard to
the nine millimeter out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a motherfucker
Gotta 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 motherfuckin'
Up on your back with your last
to your own death

x6