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 talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

How many that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche 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

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

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

Bigger the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
a war, you niggas 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 to a ho, let you meet my bitch
Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

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

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

And lately, niggas 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 deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm 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, coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come 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 bills with Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block, you go now?

Fifty spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
What more 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 'bout those that get high 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 time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try luck with

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

the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your is loaned out
I gets it on, money growin'
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is

a splinter I enter
So why I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for troubles
My B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it too many niggas that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own

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