Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I through the woods of the southside
Terror zone milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I a dome and bail
Gone like right through the do
I'm a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
Watch me bail but you don't see me though
I'm rollin' 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 loadin' up the
now who's he
Well that dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha know through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the block
You either up the information,
nigga o get shot, so nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna of this milla
shots from that mommas baby killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a ten
Bustin' em at chin before I crept nigga
Welcome to own death

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Nigga welcome to own death

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

So miss my sicc
niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of
Plus many more bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need high back
So niggas done load them nines and pull them high
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 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 what I for
up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the
Leavin' you walkin' to your low
Diggin'? yo from the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' just in
I got me a mack eleven for your that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' in a niggas neck
So the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own

x6

When I hit the with a nine
fools better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas
gauge shells
Only goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just swoop
See cause we mobbin' too
My file done pile more than a nigga expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't
I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my OG told me why G's got to kick up dirt
And I'm tired of a motherfucker about a nigga like me
it's hard to believe
the millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See the city and it's making a motherfucker stress
watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of life
Up in a cemetery die die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter givin' no respect
Up on back with your last breathe
to your own death

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