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
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then ride with you

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, they ride with you

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

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

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

And when I say we won't quit, this shit
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 niggas heed to this

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

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

And lately, niggas snake me, just make me
Wanna 'em heat without 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
Make my own chips, I my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own

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

Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough
your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

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

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
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

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

Lil' Kim spread syphilis, you think I'm pussy?
I you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6 0 0, shit's
Speak when you're to and only with permission
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, chromed out and out
My shit is for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, keep 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 the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, ride for
But it ain't too many that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own

How many niggas die for you?
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, then ride with you