Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I bail through the woods of the
Terror zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I 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
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 O-A-E me
I'm slowly loadin' up the
Well now he
Well it's that motherfucker doe
Well whatcha comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden
You either 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, I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin I crept nigga
to your own death

x6
Nigga to your own death

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

So niggas my sicc
Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut type of shit
Plus more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high
So niggas done load nines and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and another fat one up
one up for locc to the brain
Them that really don't give a fuck
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do with a 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 what I do is let my nine do the
Leavin' you walkin' to funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke the mack 1-0
I had ya just 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 reeper I creep crept
Welcome to your own

x6

When I hit the block with a
Them better be duckin'
My duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable gauge
Only goin' to hell
And 5-0 they can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too
My murder file done pile more than a expected
See cause have of the city of Sac ain't accepted
That I'm a and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my OG told me why G's got to kick up some
And I'm of warnin' a motherfucker about a nigga like me
When it's hard to
the nine millimeter comin' out my gonna make you dance
See that's the city and making a motherfucker stress
Gotta your back like 24-7
unless you be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a die nigga die you'll repeat until you're buried
nine millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with last breathe
Welcome to your own

x6