Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I bail through the woods of the
Terror zone nine milli kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a and bail
Gone like hell through 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 back of my
But a puff of the dank stuff
and enough that double 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 know now whose bustin' up on the garden block
You give up the information,
o get shot, so nigga nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna of this milla
Twenty-four shots from mommas baby killa
mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I nigga
to your own death

x6
Nigga welcome to your own

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

So niggas miss my
Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my
That rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many caps bust
Anymore sacks to up, we need that high back
So niggas done load nines and pull them high jacks
And lie in the cut and roll 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 dump in a and left in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do with a mini ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I 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 your low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the 1-0
I had ya pussin' just in
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 reeper when I creep
to your own death

x6

When I hit the with a nine
fools better be duckin'
My duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable shells
Only worriers goin' to
And 5-0 just can't swoop
See cause we too well
My murder file done pile than a nigga expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still accepted
That I'm a and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my OG me why G's got to kick 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 stress
watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat until you're
That nine givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with last breathe
Welcome to your own

x6