Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die 4 You?

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

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

[Puff
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, ride 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 a week
Shit get hot, you never your heat
Stupid wanna play me sweet
So I 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the and the Pope, sling 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, believe shit
When I about a Benz, let you see the 6
And I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take to this

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Yo, if you down to act, we came to
We beef '89, still watch back
A nigga me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be
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, 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, coke, raid 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 always had, so I go for self
Had thousand bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, you now, put the dough 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
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
What could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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[Lil'
right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't when it's time to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck
Lil' Kim spread syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in
Chrome 4-4, in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when spoken to and only with permission
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
my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and out
My is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter I
So why should I throw my blows in
Do a bit upstate and take the for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, ride for
But it too many niggas that I'd die for

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