Luyện nghe bài hát Morire Da Solo (Die Alone)

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

You can't me down to the ashes
don't wanna see my momma over a casket
now fast i like man my like a party
envisions of me diein like im cindy and marchy(?)
i was real deal razor, through all the drama
from coke high heels all of the karma, comin back
every breath fufilling a death
although you know i expect anythin less
i was the front line just to fight battle
like the chay at the bay, it's just me and my
i it till im gone, and old with arthritis
the and the hustles drugs and all nightas
i went through all the static, hoes and
back to cravin the bad habit, drugs
you ima tell it all on the microphone
and i feel it in my ima die alone

Die
it be a reala cou de thai
imagine if you every rhyme
man picture every
man touch every ass dime
man magic on the tire make em
man ima die alone, its just the bullets and the chrome
your there but your really not at
you the death tone through the phone
laugh and yah gone, everything i get wrong
man im the vegas type, man the paper like
man holla homie when you get yah paper right
man ima die alone, roll in a all alone
wrapp me a mummie, egypt pharoah
man sock it to my pocket like a
forever deeze i keep my photo in your locket
man sweet as candy, or even jolly ranchers
the fo fo matters cause its pink gathers
man im alone, i can't put my on my own
i look like an eagle when they get grown
on the ropes, the gods say roll up the
and stacey lathersahl hit ever note
till im broke, man even tho butta
say yo soul retreats to the gutta
with all the othas, no happiness
they show you from the gate baby you can die

You can die