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

How niggas 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 ride you

Daddy]
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 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 motherfucker play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he sleeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no
Call me anything but
it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you better bring yo' force
And when I say we quit, believe this shit
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas heed to this

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Yo, if you down to act, we to scrap
We beef '89, still your back
A smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, make me
Wanna send 'em 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, who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, 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
Disrespect and like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
Better slow down, you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, the block
you go now?
Fifty spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was
Here's the low-down, with Mase gotta go down
What could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around it's time to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
Lil' Kim spread like
You think I'm
I you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only 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
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, keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the
In the danger zone, I hold my own the pain is gone
a splinter I enter
So why I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the for your troubles
My B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas I'd die for

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