Luyện nghe bài hát Whats Ya Life Worth?

[whispers of
[Fatal]- Yall don't wanna die
stop all that bull shit and all that talk
a real nigga pick the time, to go what

one
Kadafi like the lyrical hezzy
give me feet if your crucified, like you was
on the floor spreadin', diseases
sippin' the Henny, who say lockin' the Semi
Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when erupts
you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to in
know all you cowards miss in, heres a bitch
name glock you me, to be kissin' (I said it)
like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
get cooked up, coke in a spoon(spoon)
protect your body a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty
layin' it down, the road dog Hussein,
cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these head gear
like I'm county bound, wilin' from to to tear
shootin' and popluting, ya
wit crates and waste, through the fuckin' state
tryin' come up in this world, it's money to make
laid to forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
so maybe six feet, will the raps better

Chorus
Whats ya life more then a beef
you got heat, and til scared of the streets
how you gonna make it wit ya body, and cause
wit cha soul, slow, still shootin' for the stars

Some times, I that I'm a dead man walkin'
wake up and cold sweats, and see in a coffin
my life is hunted, I'm and fond
if my blood pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x)

two
What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody
the first move, dirty bird gotta wet'em
ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I for
in plus a ounce and bounce
'cause, I'm on that of shit, nobody be knowin'
Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin'
I got thugs, and hotties knowin'
haulin' ass, wit Daz, and bags,
and the ass of the shooty showin', the ?
I bring the to ya street, like Al Pachino and
Dinero, eliminate thirty to zero
watch me, is black hockey
their's rules in the game, that's let a cop top me

Verse
Back to back, doin' niggas this
when I get pissed, the point slugs rip
Thug Life, the type to a bible
I'm a swollow clips, follow nozle of the mack
so I don't miss, much hesitation, not retaliation
blame ya legislation, for me on probation
facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement
ready for cold war, but I remain
my sustained, station, takin'
for my steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin'
makin' a switch, tricks to rich
clips to bricks, wit dipps
turn in to dough hits, look at slowly,
an broke click, you need a light?
I'm a type, you can smoke dick
a crew, down to ?
like Makaveli, crack frames Hussein
planes, back to ?
through the crack of the ice, I surface like a
new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and
and spin I, wit you got is men I
she top they droppin' did I, you got in the lid I
rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, scatter
through ya crewshea, desire

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