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

Yeah, how niggaz that'll die for you
How get the keys like to ***
I ain't talkin' those that get high with you
Niggaz know, on ya head and they ride with you

Verse One: Puff

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

Verse Mase

Yo, if you down to act, we can to
We '89, still watch your back
A smack me, I'ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be
And lately, that snake me, just make me
Wanna 'em heat without AC
I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really it?
Enough to put a mil on it or 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, like I'm on my own
My day be short, ***, the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the
And niggaz ***
***
a ***
Me, I always have, so I never go for
Had thousand dollar with Teddy Roosevelt
slow down, tellin' you now, ***
Kick your door down, surround the
you go now?
Fifty shots at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was cold
Here's the low-down, messin' with gotta go down
more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now

Verse Three: Kim

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my dogs
Cause ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch all y'all wanna try y'all with
Little Kim spread syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your in this
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, rediculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with
Like E.F. Hudden, when I talk, niggaz
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 is loaned out
I keeps it on, money keep
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
a splinter ya enter
So why I throw my blows and ***
Do a bid upstate and the weight for your troubles
My BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't to niggaz that I'd die for