Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Ways To Die

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H to the K
A Richmond ass nigga in the Bay
Still cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees
TRU to the game and gone off Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the
And when you ride the town you better wear your vest
East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster
Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a gank ya
See it's a thing, fools like to gangbang
Russian roullete, put the Glock to dome man
And if a fool live he shit in his pants
Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty
D whip the beat up just like some dope
I put the lyrics in the chamber and that ass get smoked

99 ways to die, survival of the
Only one way to stay
99 ways to die, of the fittest
Only one way to alive
99 to die, survival of the fittest
one way to stay alive

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Head for the 94, P got that deuce
Homies better run, gon' like ready to bust a few
street, I'm posted in the cut
Southside of the Rich, TRU give a fuck
Caught a fool slippin', to slang them Coca leaves
Mark's smoked in my hood like some Dank weed
My homie little got the shotgun ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your motherfucker did you ???
nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin'
Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Pippen
Niggas in the truck, with
5 g's to roll up on your ass from some static
Fry that ass like Wendy's, where fry fuckin' burgers
Well done drippin' in blood that's the way I serve ya
No lettuce or tomato, straight lead
When people straight clip three to your head

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Blood from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat
I done smoked this fool, sleep I need a cigarette
O.G. but time for me to put in work
I mean cock the trigger, to do my own dirt
King guard the window, I and turn in my sleep
Silkk hand on the pump, I the fuckin' police
It's my time to come, i'm out like Kadafi
out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me
Still fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture
??? with the motherfucker I thought ya
Cause it's slaughter in the game
Have you ever held the hands of a man
It's serious G , I can't sleep
And I'm gone on that motherfuckin'
You stay strapped
no time to blank
Niggas in my left dead with they corpses' stank
Black-on-black crimes it's all about the
The government fed dope to my to make us kill again
Fake D.A., on my fuckin' case
Just like the ??? man, the yellow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and real
And the sucka snitched on the P, got his cap peeled