Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die 4 You? - Lil' Kim

Yeah, how niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys to ***
I talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you

Verse One: Daddy

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
While I'ma ride for you, would you for me?
I'ma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all you type of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back
Stay in the streets, seven days a
Shit get hot, you never glaze heat
Stupid motherfucker play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he sleeps
*** the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me but broke
When on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Wanna war, you better bring yo 4
And I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a hoe, let you meet my
When Puff talk, you niggaz *** of this

Verse Mase

Yo, if you to act, we can to scrap
We beef '89, still your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma smack 'em
If it lead to the guns, that be that
And lately, niggaz that me, just make me
Wanna 'em heat without AC
I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really it?
to put a mil on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancoon on gone with
My own niggaz, 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, ***, raid the
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the
And though ***
***
a ***
Me, I always have, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy
slow down, tellin' you now, ***
Kick your down, surround the block
Where you go
shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I the furniture, think it was cold found
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now

Verse Three: Kim

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll my motherfuckin' dogs
Cause bitches ain't when it's time to go to war
shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all wanna try y'all with
Little Kim spread like
You think I'm
I dare you to stick your dick in
Chrome 44, in the 6-0-0, shit's rediculous
Speak when you're spoken to and with permission
Like E.F. Hudden, I talk, niggaz listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
Popped my CD, now all y'all be me
See me on the TV, ***
Peep the steedy, out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is out
I keeps it on, money growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is
Like a ya enter
So why should I my blows and ***
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your
My BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't to many niggaz I'd die for