Luyện nghe bài hát The Good Die Young

Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to right now
be thinkin' I'm crazy right? You are crazy
I crazy, you are crazy
At I don't think I'm crazy
I my shit is hot, I think I'm hot
You hot but you
Why wanna? Man, I don't know

the money that makes shit get ugly
It's the money that makes these love me
It's the money makes niggas wanna slug me
Man, I thought the money would it all lovely
Yo, I actually what I do or see
The from day to day make me say what I say
When I die my art will be more than Picasso's
cry for me, smile for me
And if you see them niggas that wet me, for me

Remember the good times, the we stacked
The we packed
And all the bricks we from coke to crack
Let my read, "I tried" and from the start
Everything I was from my heart
So it'll always be one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don't with my art
Sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm
This is real, it ain't a game

They say the good die
I guess these niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine
Keep your on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

They say the die young
I guess these grimy niggas a long time
Sit in whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on while I keep my eyes on mine

it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
I'm convinced it can to anybody kid
So I get vest up I get dressed up
In the hood it's up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
If it's Dom that you fill up my cup
If you got somethin' to doubt me, the fuck up
Why do niggas act like they hard they know they butt?
And gettin' robbed ain't a good to press ya luck

Duke listen, if you move hurt you
get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
Right now you need to do is gimme the cash
Forget about your Boss mad, just save ya ass
Be a Boy now, go and get your stash
I seen you it next to the garbage can like it was trash
Alright run before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do to you but I really need this cash

say the good die young
I guess these grimy live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine
Keep your eyes on yours I keep my eyes on mine

They say the good die
I guess these grimy live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and
Keep your eyes on while I keep my eyes on mine

I know we all go, but I'd hate to go fast
Then again I don't think it'd be fun to around and go last
Man listen, if you really really this shit
Nigga call Steve Stoute and write ya shit
Call him now I drop for real 'cause after I drop
I'ma be ya'll niggas like Forty a pop
To each his own, me? I got it while it was
mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street

1999's the year of the predator, I'm to eat
Niggas'll treat you a egg, you come to cop you get beat
Gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? a treat
You're a guy, take 'em off or die
Man, we hurtin' here, ain't nobody slingin' pies
Look around, ain't 'round here fly
Why you 'round here with this shit anyway? You high?
See, you done made the wrong move, kiss ass goodbye

They say the good die
I guess these grimy niggas live a time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and
Keep your on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine
Keep your on yours while I keep my eyes on mine