Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Die Alone

Huhuhahhahahha, oh shit,
The invincible, CNN
The unstoppable, CNN
Lebanon, Bosnia, Kuwait, Iraq, Syria, yo, yo, yo

Yo icepick, Arabic, Arabia
My clique roll thick, rip shit, WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein, president of I claim
Still the same name, tied to this like I'm to blame
Then maintain, gettin' this with bloodstain
2-5-to the crew stuck in the game
A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to me
The door was locked, top lock stuck, bad

out the elevator, K-tone, like, "Nigga what?"
Arab Nazi, play the low,
up though, 151, we smoke 'dro
Brown bags, tons of get smoked
Yo, that real shit, pro'ly you bleed down your throat
Then choke, coughin' up the murder I

I smoke spanky, hit it hard, mega
Then burn it down the ground around guard
I rented, bitch on my dick I presented
Diploma, her wide open in TONY roma'
shots, Holiday Inn about to bone her
And cold own her, her off inside Corona
With pistolo, call me on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah, strike back you're a soldier

For thug niggas holding their gats and never scared
I'm prepared, every day get on beers
Play the corner close, to jump on the toast
Dead shot, your knot, dun and get ghost
you talk fronting, walk fronting like a villain
Soft something, so hot a feeling
Mo' with the ice chillin', roll dice a killin'
Wanna see twice a million, no for a got civilian

in the spot yellin', for a second, freeze dealin'
Back to business, 'til the pack finished
Stack spinach, mad bent, crash
Full enough to whip somethin', twist somethin'
Henny got my shit sunken, drunken
a bop, holdin' your cock
(Yeah)

Pushin' drop
(Hahaha)
Yeah, the don't stop
(Don't nigga)
Let the beat drop, bring it to the top
Just for them thug niggas, and hard rocks
Street to cell block, rock to
Movin' like a flock of Arabs in

on blocks a four-carat stone, infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await skull and
In my own zone, Motorola
The infrared on the Armani specs
tecs at the opposite sex
For the six-figure check, my injects
When the god lay to rest, my is next
I was blessed with a thug's and a dime's finesse

Titanium chest and vest
(Yeah, chest and bubble vest)
My pop's dead, now it's too to warn me, inform me
D's wanna plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna
Without the venom of a snake tryin' to creep
Stakes is high and a blood runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me layin' under six
Or so it seems, now my team against me

They stop my money move, it's too intensely
Khadafi, I plant bombs the Feds be
I'm like Moses in the of the Red Sea
With and a case full of hundred G
my thugs to the land of [unverified]
With no cops, pure coke on the tree
Nazi, Tommy Hill and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap
Yeah, CNN guerrilla rap