Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I bail through the of the southside
Terror zone nine chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell through the do
I'm a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
Watch me bail but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank
and enough that double dooz me
I'm slowly up the oozy
Well now he
Well it's dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha comin' through with that 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 you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four from that mommas baby killa
mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept
to your own death

x6
Nigga welcome to own death

(BUCK! For them who know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter strap and is the game) x2

So miss my sicc
Some niggas don't know me, don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal of shit
many more caps bust
Anymore to roll up, we need that high back
So done load them nines and pull them high jacks
And lie in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for locc to the
Them niggas 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 whatcha gon do with a mini ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I for
up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my do the talkin'
you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke the mack 1-0
I had ya just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a neck
So watch the when I creep crept
to your own death

x6

When I hit the block a nine
Them better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started at niggas runnin'
gauge shells
Only worriers goin' to
And 5-0 just can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too
My file done pile more than a nigga expected
See have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and 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 warnin' a motherfucker about a nigga me
it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you
See that's the city and making a motherfucker stress
Gotta watch your 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 your last breathe
Welcome to own death

x6