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 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 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, they ride with you

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

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

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

And when I say we quit, believe this shit
When I about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take to this

How many that'll 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, then ride with you

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

And lately, niggas snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me, how much you really 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, like I'm on my own

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

Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the down
Kick your door down, 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
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, you niggas know now?

How many niggas that'll die for
How many get a 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' right roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck

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

So ya'll 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, shit is loaned out
I it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', I'm bad to the bone
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone

a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too many niggas I'd die for
Why we kill our own kind?

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