Luyện nghe bài hát Whats Ya Life Worth?

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

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

Chorus
Whats ya worth? 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

times, I feel 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 stop pourin', I regulate like I was (2x)

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What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody
the first muthafucker move, dirty gotta wet'em
nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for
in plus a muthafuckin' and bounce
'cause, I'm on that of shit, nobody be knowin'
alias Hussein, anybody look to I'm blowin'
I got these thugs, and knowin'
ass, wit Daz, and money bags,
and the ass of the shooty showin', the ?
I the heat 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' like this
when I get pissed, the hollow point rip
Thug Life, the to swollow a bible
I'm a swollow clips, follow this of the mack
so I don't miss, much hesitation, not retaliation
ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation
allagations the nation, so poor I'm in the basement
ready for war, but I remain pateint
my sustained, station, name
for my rocks steady, feel ya brain shakin'
makin' a switch, tricks to rich
clips to bricks, wit dipps
in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded
toted an broke click, you need a
I'm a type, that you can smoke
a crew, down to ?
like Makaveli, crack like Hussein
planes, back to ?
through the of the ice, I surface like a seal
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, bullets
through ya crewshea, devils

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