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

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

Verse One: Puff

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
While I'ma ride for you, you ride for me?
I'ma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back
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, way he never sleeps
*** than the and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Wanna war, you better bring yo 4
And when I say we won't quit, this shit
When I about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm to a hoe, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggaz take *** of

Verse Mase

Yo, if you to act, we can to scrap
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, niggaz snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How much you want it?
Enough to put a mil on it or your on it?
This year gets on gone with
My own niggaz, see I pay my own
my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own
My day be short, ***, raid the
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And though ***
***
a ***
Me, I always have, so I go for self
Had thousand bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, you now, ***
Kick your door down, surround the
you go now?
Fifty shots at you and that is not a whole round
Way I the furniture, think it was cold found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase go down
more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now

Verse Three: Kim

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