Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die 4 You?

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you for me?
Well, die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of
Let they man get struck, strike back

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

than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better yo' force

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

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

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

And lately, niggas that me, just make me
send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you want it?
Enough to put a on it or your deal on it?

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

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

Me, I always had, so I never go for
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick door down, surround the block, where you go now?

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

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

Motherfuckin' I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's to go to war
This shit here, nothing to with
I'm the same all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

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

So ya'll 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, will dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, out and phoned out
My is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, 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 take the weight for troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too niggas that I'd die for
Why we kill our own kind?

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