Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like
Oops! I'm interrupted by a

3:52, who the
Is
I up quick
Cock my

Stop the dogs from
Then to walkin'
Its a face that I seen
My nigga Sing, he to sling on the 16th floor

it
I look
I see up on his sneakers
And his fist a chrome four-fifth

So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or
He tells me C-Rock got hit up at the beacon
I up the door, pitiful

Is he in
Retaliation for one won't be minimal
I'm a criminal
Way before the rap

Bust the gat
Puff won't even know happened,
If it's done
on the Uzi

Stash in the
My alibi, any
With a that don't fucked Big Pop
Head spinnin', bout my man C-Rock

gotta die
If I go, you go
gotta die
Let the blow
Somebody die
Nobody gotta
I killed yo ass in the mist, kid

Somebody die
If I go, you go
Somebody die
Let the gunshots
gotta die
Nobody gotta
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we exactly what we facin'
kid named Jason
In a Honda station,

Was
About how much loot and he stackin'
Rock had a grip so formed up a clique
A crew

the time I was locked up with you
True
But yo let me proceed
fill them clips too high

Give bullets room to breathe
where was I?
Yeah, run out of town, the fuck up
D-Rock home
And Jay got the fuck up
Hit 'em

Caught 'em right for the white
Pistol whipped his
And up his wife
He Rock set em up, no question
Wet em up no
Than 50 in his direction
How shots?
Man nigga, I mad holes

"What gats?"
"Heckler & and Calicos"
But fuck
I where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin'
And they be strapped
in black
Is downstairs, the engine
a bag to put the guns in
And if you comin'

gotta die
If I go, you go
Somebody die
Let the blow
Somebody die
gotta know
That I yo ass in the mist, kid

Somebody die
If I go, you go
Somebody die
Let the gunshots
gotta die
Nobody gotta
I killed yo ass in the mist, kid

Exchanged hugs and pounds before the down
How it's gonna go
Lay niggas low-down
down
Fuck all that shit
Run up in they
And make 'em the man n shit
See niggas you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they
And murder innocent
Not I
One in my eye

Jason
Ain't no slugs be wasted
I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I wait to feel my clip in his hips

Pass the

Sing lie
There's Jason with his to me

to his faculty
I start to get a feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas squealin'
his name out

Squeeze six knuckles
Nigga around holdin' his daughter