Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

Yeah..
Y'all niggaz ain't to die
Why the fuck frontin like they is?

Aiyyo Dunn, yo
You catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin
Probably me, steppin out the tree spot tough
P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't him
Cause they I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin
Drugs in my system, all types of
me where I wanna be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is this
And check how we set up shop to get our
Niggaz study our like college kids (word)
We know you our style, get off our dick
(Yeah right, uh-huh)

[H] Y'all ain't ready to die
Why the they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause they be like the reals
And be amongst the thugs that do for real
[H] Y'all niggaz ain't to die
Why the fuck frontin like they is?
[P] Cause you do it like Hav'
And do it like P, but mad shit

Y'all is pussy, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and
If not anything else the four-pound'll ya
And end you you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't a damn what you been through
It's a cold cold world, my whole was a winter
gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put nose in things don't concern you
This man business, y'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while you fools is
Pickin my mark, and I'ma my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the
I'm a paranoid nigga, get too close
Or I might think you on me, I'm cockin the toast
The game so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't your breath, breath
(Yeah right, uh-huh)