Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die 4 You?

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

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

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

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

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no
Call me but broke
When it's on, I my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas bring yo' force

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

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

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

And lately, that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your on it?

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

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

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

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

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

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my dogs
Bitches ain't around when time to go to war
This here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll with

Kim spread like syphilis, you think I'm pussy?
I you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, in the 6 0 0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with
E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen

So don't be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
Copped my CD, now all 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 is loaned out
I it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is

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

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