Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I through the woods of the southside
zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and
Gone like hell right 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 back of my
But takin' a puff of the stuff
and that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly loadin' up the
Well now he
it's 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 give up the information,
nigga o get shot, so nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I nigga
Welcome to own death

x6
Nigga welcome to your own

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

So miss my sicc
Some niggas don't me, niggas don't know my click
That rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many more bust
Anymore sacks to up, we need that high back
So niggas load them nines and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll fat one up
one up for locc to the brain
Them niggas that don't give a fuck
Around and get buck, shot it up and 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 impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my do the talkin'
Leavin' you to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' in case
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 reeper when I crept
to your own death

x6

When I hit the block a nine
Them fools better be
My nigga duck got out the car and buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable shells
worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just swoop
See cause we mobbin' too
My murder file done pile more a nigga expected
See cause have of the city of Sac ain't accepted
I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my OG told me why G's got to up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a about a nigga like me
it's hard to believe
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 like
unless you be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die repeat until you're buried
That nine givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with your breathe
to your own death

x6