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

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

One: Puff Daddy

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
While I'ma for you, would you ride for me?
While I'ma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of
Let they man get struck, never strike
Stay in the streets, seven days a
Shit get hot, you never glaze your
Stupid wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, way he never sleeps
*** the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
war, you niggaz better bring yo 4
And I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk 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 Two:

Yo, if you to act, we can to scrap
We beef '89, still watch back
A nigga smack me, smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, that be that
And lately, niggaz snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How much you want it?
to put a mil on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancoon gets on gone
My own niggaz, see I pay my own
my own chips, I copped my own 6
I my own shit, like 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 with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, you now, ***
Kick your door down, surround the
Where you go
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a round
Way I leave the furniture, it was cold found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
What could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now

Verse Three: Kim

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin'
Cause bitches ain't around it's time to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the same all y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Little Kim like syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, rediculous
Speak when you're spoken to and with permission
Like E.F. Hudden, when I talk, 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 wanna be me
See me on the TV, ***
the steedy, chromed out and phoned out
My is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I keeps it on, money keep
Ice fully glowin', I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own the pain is gone
a splinter ya enter
So why should I throw my and ***
Do a bid and take the weight for your troubles
My BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't to niggaz that I'd die for