Luyện nghe bài hát Will they die 4 you?

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

How many that'll 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, then they ride you

Daddy]
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 you type of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back
in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you blaze your heat
Stupid wanna play 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 guarantee my don't choke
a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when I say we quit, believe this shit
I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you take heed to this

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Yo, if you down to act, we came to
We '89, still watch your back
A nigga me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just me
Wanna send 'em heat AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How much you want it?
to put a mil' on it or your deal 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, I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the
and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the down
your door down, surround the block
Where you go
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, you niggas know now

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[Lil'
right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll try ya'll luck with
Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm
I dare you to stick dick in this
Chrome 4-4, in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, listen
So don't be mad at me, 'cause 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
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', plus I'm bad to the
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter I
So why should I my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your
My B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it too many niggas that I'd die for

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