Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die 4 You?

How many niggas that'll die for
How many get a like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

How many niggas die for you?
How many get a quiche the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike

Stay in the street, seven days a
Shit get hot, you never blaze heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never

Bigger than the and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Want a war, you better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you my bitch
When Puff talk, you take heed to this

How many that'll die for you?
How many get a like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to
We beef '89, watch your back
A smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, that be that

And lately, niggas snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or deal on it?

year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, raid the
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And though die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below belt

Me, I had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy
Better slow down, you now, put the dough down
Kick your down, surround the block, where you go now?

shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase go down
What more could I say but hey, you niggas know now?

How many niggas die for you?
How many get a like the pie, wit you?
I talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin'
Bitches ain't around when it's to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis, you I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6 0 0, ridiculous
when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, I talk, niggas listen

So don't be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone

Like a I enter
So why should I throw my in those
Do a bit and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, ride for
But it ain't too niggas that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own

How many niggas die for you?
How many get a quiche the pie, wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they with you