Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die For You

Yeah, how niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they with you

How many niggas die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit'
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well, I'mma for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back

in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze heat
Stupid wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he sleeps

Bigger than the and the Pope, sling no dope
me anything but broke
When it's on, I my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to

How many niggas die 4 you
How get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie you?
I ain't 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

Yo, if you down to act, we to scrap
We '89, still watch your back
A nigga me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then be that

And lately, niggas snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your on it?

This Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
Make my own chips, I my own 6
I my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come the court
And niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below belt

Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots spit at you and is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase go down
What could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie you?
I ain't 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

How many that'll die 4 you
How get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then ride with you

Motherfuckin' I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch, all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck

Lil' Kim spread like
You I'm pussy?
I you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, ridiculous

Speak when you're spoken to and only permission
Like E.F. Hutton, I talk, niggas listen
So ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E

my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D
the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your is loaned out

I it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', I'm bad to the bone
In the zone, I hold my own
When the pain is gone, like a you enter

So why I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too many that I'd die for

How many that'll die 4 you
How many get a like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you

How niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they with you

How many niggas die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie you?
I ain't 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then ride with you
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