Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

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

x6
Nigga to your own death

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

So niggas my sicc
niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut type of shit
Plus many more caps
Anymore sacks to roll up, we that high back
So niggas load them nins and pull them high jacks
And lie in the cut and roll another fat one up
one up for loc to the brain
Them that really don't give a fuck
and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left 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 four
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 funeral 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
Caps leavin' a and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper when I creep
Welcome to your own

x6

When I hit the block with a
fools better be duckin'
My nigga got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
gage shells
Only goin' to hell
And 5-0 just can't swoop
See we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a nigga
See have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
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 tired of warnin' a about a nigga like me
When hard to believe
the nine comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a motherfucker
Gotta watch your back like
you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a die nigga die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter givin' no motherfuckin'
Up on your back your last breathe
to your own death

x6