Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I bail through the woods of the
Terror zone nine milli chrome 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
Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me
Cause I'm fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the stuff
and that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly up the oozy
now who's he
Well that dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha know comin' with that murder mo
And I heard you now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either up the information,
o get shot, so nigga nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas killa
Nigga hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin I crept nigga
Welcome to own death

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Nigga welcome to your own

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

So niggas miss my
Some niggas know me, niggas don't know my click
That rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many more bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high
So niggas done load them nines and pull high jacks
And lie back in the cut and another fat one up
Tack one up for to the brain
niggas 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 gon do with 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 from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the 1-0
I had ya pussin' in case
I got me a eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So watch the when I creep crept
Welcome to your own

x6

When I hit the block with a
Them fools be duckin'
My nigga got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable gauge
Only worriers to hell
And 5-0 just can't swoop
See cause we 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 when I'm I'ma put in work
Cause my OG told me why G's got to kick up dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker about a 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 watch your back 24-7
you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die die you'll repeat until you're buried
That millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with your breathe
Welcome to own death

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