Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail the woods of the southside
Terrors on milli chrome kill 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 fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But a puff of the dank stuff
and enough that double O-A-E me
I'm loadin' up the oozy
Well now he
Well it's that dead doe
Well whatcha know comin' through that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden
You give up the information,
I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
I you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas killa
Nigga hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I nigga
to your own death

x6
Nigga to your 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 know me, niggas don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of
many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we that high back
So niggas done them 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 really don't give a
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a and left in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do with a mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus nuts and guts is what I rips for
up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit the raw gut cause
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 for your face that's leavin' no trace
leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So watch the when I creep crept
Welcome to own death

x6

When I hit the block a nine
Them fools be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at runnin'
gage shells
Only goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't
See cause we too well
My murder file done pile than a nigga expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't
That I'm a pack and I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to up some dirt
And I'm of warnin' a motherfucker about a nigga like me
When it's hard to
the millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a stress
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
nine millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on back with your last breathe
to your own death

x6