Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail the woods of the southside
on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and
Gone hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boo, nigga ooh
Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the of my vehicle
But takin' a of the dank stuff
and enough that double dooz me
I'm slowly up the oozy
Well now he
Well it's dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha know comin' through with that mo
And I heard you know now 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 from that baby killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a ten
Bustin' em at your chin I crept nigga
Welcome to your own

x6
Nigga welcome to own death

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

So niggas my sicc
Some niggas don't me, niggas don't know my click
O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high
So done load them nins and pull them high jacks
And lie in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the
Them niggas really don't give a fuck
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 niggas nuts and guts is 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'
you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke the mack 1-0
I had ya just in case
I got me a eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So watch the when I creep crept
Welcome to your own

x6

When I hit the block a nine
Them fools be duckin'
My duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable gage
worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too
My murder file done pile more a nigga expected
See cause have of the of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a 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 like me
it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter out my pants gonna make you dance
See the city and it's making a motherfucker stress
Gotta watch your back like
you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat you're buried
That nine givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with your last
Welcome to own death

x6