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

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

Verse One: Puff

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
While I'ma for you, would you ride for me?
While 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 your
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he sleeps
*** than the king and the Pope, sling no
Call me anything but
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Wanna war, you better bring yo 4
And when I say we quit, believe this shit
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a hoe, let you meet my
Puff talk, you niggaz take *** of this

Verse Two:

Yo, if you to act, we can to scrap
We beef '89, still your back
A smack me, I'ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, that be that
And lately, niggaz that snake me, just me
Wanna send 'em without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How much you want it?
Enough to put a mil on it or deal on it?
This year Cancoon gets on gone
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 by the cops, come blaze the court
And though ***
***
a ***
Me, I always have, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy
Better down, tellin' you now, ***
Kick your door down, the block
you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole
Way I the furniture, think it was cold found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now

Verse Three: Kim

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