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 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, on ya head and they ride with you

Verse One: Puff

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
While I'ma ride for you, 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 a week
Shit get hot, you never your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna me sweet
So I 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
*** than the king and the Pope, sling no
Call me but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Wanna war, you niggaz bring yo 4
And when I say we won't quit, believe this
I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And I'm talkin' to a hoe, let you meet 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 be that
And lately, that snake me, just make me
Wanna 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How you really want it?
Enough to put a mil on it or deal on it?
year Cancoon 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, I'm on my own dick
My day be short, ***, the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come the court
And though ***
***
a ***
Me, I always have, so I never go for
Had thousand bills 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, think it was found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you know now

Verse Lil' Kim

Motherfuckin' right I'ma with my motherfuckin' dogs
Cause ain't around when it's time to go to war
This here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all try y'all luck with
Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm
I dare you to your dick in this
Chrome 44, in the 6-0-0, shit's rediculous
Speak when 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 y'all be me
See me on the TV, ***
Peep the steedy, chromed out and out
My shit is paid for, your shit is 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 is gone
Like a splinter ya
So why should I my blows and ***
Do a bid upstate and the weight for your troubles
My BIG, I'ma ride for
But it to many niggaz that I'd die for