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

[Puff
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma ride for you, you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all you type of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back
in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your
Stupid motherfucker wanna me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, way he never sleeps
Bigger the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me but broke
When it's on, I my team 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 meet my
When Puff talk, you take heed to this

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Yo, if you down to act, we to scrap
We '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, make me
send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How you really want it?
to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancun, guess who I'm wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
Make my own chips, I my own 6
I my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the
Disrespect and spend a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with 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 the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
What more could I say but hey, guess you know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around it's time to go to war
This here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll with
Lil' Kim like syphilis
You think I'm
I dare you to your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's
Speak when you're spoken to and only with
Like E.F. Hutton, I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D
the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is out
I gets it on, money keep
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own the pain is gone
a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in
Do a bit and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too many that I'd die for

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