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, Saudi
My clique roll thick, rip shit, like
Saddam Hussein, president of what I
Still the same name, tied to shit like I'm to blame
Then maintain, gettin' Cream with bloodstain
2-5-to 'cuz the crew stuck in the
A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to me
The door was locked, top stuck, bad luck

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 make you bleed down your
Then choke, coughin' up the I wrote

I spanky, hit it hard, mega hard
Then burn it down under the ground around
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, drop her off inside
With pistolo, call me on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah, strike back you're a soldier

For them thug niggas holding their gats and scared
I'm prepared, every day get bent on
Play the corner close, to jump on the toast
Dead shot, take knot, dun and get ghost
While you fronting, walk fronting like a villain
something, so hot what a feeling
Mo' the ice chillin', roll dice make a killin'
Wanna see twice a million, no for a got civilian

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

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

Makin' on blocks a stone, infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await and crossbone
In my own zone, Motorola
The infrared on the Armani specs
Blowin' tecs at the sex
For the check, my slug injects
the god lay to rest, my seed is next
I was blessed a thug's caress and a dime's finesse

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

can't stop my money move, it's too intensely
Khadafi, I plant where the Feds be
I'm Moses in the middle of the Red Sea
infrared and a case full of hundred G
Leadin' my thugs to the land of
With no cops, pure coke growing on the
Nazi, Tommy Hill and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap
Yeah, CNN guerrilla rap