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

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

Verse One: Daddy

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
While I'ma for you, would you ride for me?
I'ma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of
Let they man get struck, strike back
Stay in the streets, seven days a
Shit get hot, you never your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me
So I keep 'em on his toes, way he never sleeps
*** the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Wanna war, you niggaz better yo 4
And when I say we quit, believe this shit
I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a hoe, let you my bitch
When talk, you niggaz take *** of this

Verse Two:

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, then that be
And lately, niggaz that me, just make me
Wanna send 'em without AC
I'm sweet, taste me
How you really 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
my own chips, I copped my own 6
I my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, ***, the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the
And niggaz ***
***
a ***
Me, I have, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, ***
Kick your door down, surround the
Where you go
Fifty spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was cold
Here's the low-down, with Mase gotta go down
What more I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now

Verse Three: Kim

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin'
Cause ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all wanna try y'all luck
Little Kim spread syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I dare you to your dick in this
44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's rediculous
Speak 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
my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, ***
Peep the steedy, chromed out and out
My shit is for, your shit is loaned out
I keeps it on, keep 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 I throw my blows and ***
Do a bid upstate and the weight for your troubles
My nigga BIG, I'ma for
But it ain't to niggaz that I'd die for