Luyện nghe bài hát Will they die 4 you?

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

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 red's on ya head, then they with you

[Puff
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of
Let man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a
get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, no dope
Call me anything but
When it's on, I my team don't choke
Want a war, you better 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 to a ho, let you meet my bitch
Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

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Yo, if you to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch back
A nigga me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just me
Wanna 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your on it?
year 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, need coke, raid the
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for
Had thousand dollar with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough
Kick your down, surround the block
you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole
Way I leave the furniture, think it was
Here's the low-down, messin' with gotta go down
more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck
Lil' Kim like syphilis
You think I'm
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 permission
E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't be mad at me, 'cause 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, 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 your
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too many that I'd die for

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