Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die For You

Yeah, 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

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

Well, I'mma for you, would you ride for me?
Well, die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of
Let they man get struck, never strike

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

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no
me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Want a war, you niggas bring yo' force

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 ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take to this

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 on ya head, then they ride with you

How many that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche the pie wit' you?
I talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

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

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

This year Cancun, 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, coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And though die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your

Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
your 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, think it was
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know

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

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin'
Bitches around when it's time to go to war
This here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch, all ya'll wanna try ya'll with

Lil' Kim like syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's

Speak you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E

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

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

So why I throw my blows in those
Do a bit and take 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 niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

How many niggas die 4 you
How many get a like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those 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 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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