Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

man ima die alone, lonely with a hole in my
sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the
man ima die alone, you feel the all in my bones
excuse my religion for the cash, how long it last?
I see the future in my weed bag, man ima die
the even said on the phone, im in the zone in my own home
i spit it a cobra, im right over yah shoulda
my signs in yah mind till it's ova
man ima die alone, man i can feel the hands of the
they come when i open tha koran, even when i'm gone
man get an ipod, man it'll let you that im a kappa not a don
man god khan, i spent years my last days here
i it from the back, to the front, to the rear
yes dear a real rap cats in the buildin i leave
me how yah feelin, man ima die alone

You can't me down to the ashes
don't wanna see my momma cryin' a casket
now fast i like man my like a party
envisions of me like im were cindy and marchy(?)
i was real deal razor, playin all the drama
from deals high heels all of the karma, comin back
every breath a slow death
you know i can't expect anythin less
i was the line just to fight your battle
the chay at the bay, it's just me and my shadow
i handle it till im gone, and old with
the grinds and the drugs and all nightas
i went all the static, hoes and automatic
back to back the bad habit, drugs
you ima tell it all on the microphone
and i it in my heart ima die alone

Die
it might be a reala cou de
imagine if you heard rhyme
man every line
man touch every fine ass
man magic on the tire em shime
man ima die alone, its just like the and the chrome
your there but really not at home
you hear the tone through the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything right i get
man im the vegas type, man the paper like
man holla back homie when you get yah right
man ima die alone, in a benz all alone
me like a mummie, egypt pharoah
man it to my pocket like a rocket
forever deeze words i my photo in your locket
man sweet as cotton candy, or jolly ranchers
the fo fo matters cause its about gathers
man im alone, i can't put my on my own
i like an eagle when they get fully grown
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and stacey lathersahl hit ever note
till im broke, man tho it's butta
they say yo retreats to the gutta
all the othas, no happiness shown
they show you from the gate you can die alone

You can die