Luyện nghe bài hát Till I Die

Thug shit,
G's in the
Hey, can I say?
(Geah)
official, nigga
And now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass
(Killa)
Geah, that's me wanna do some of that evil shit
(West Side!)
it out

Feel a little gust of so I jet
This real nigga from Compton, no shit
Thugs town, right now car jacks and
bus rolls through niggas trips to jail

What the hell won't trade it, high class fade it
Out of town trips pigeons is how we made it
Y'all niggas hate to get a and rocks
Land of the green weed and that [unverified] hops

Don't stop, packin' my heat and
Guarantee my hollows goes tough through leather
Whenever the rhyme play or the 9
(Ping, ping!)
It's a done deal I hit you run way

Y'all niggas be gay, smilin' and shakin'
How this bitch greed up money, we keep mention
Never fakin' the funk, punk, I the trunk
4-5 hittin' yo' body, a big chunk, geah

Till I die nothin' but cheese
I die tryin' to come up on ki's
Till I die but guns and weed
Till I die givin' you just what you

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
is my reputation, caps get peeled
Front nigga for dollars is my nigga
But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9

Till my day I lay away
Till my last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay
Guilty conscience? me!
night nigga done caught a felony

Jealousy try to approach, promote
Then provoke gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down 'cause these niggas with yours
Get in where you fit in even if a back door

Or the window, tie up the ho', the scope?
Trying to hand me you popped, booked, I want more
Lock for me on the bus downtown
Now my is a sad-faced clown, geah

Till I die nothin' but makin'
I die tryin' to come up on ki's
Till I die nothin' but guns and
I die givin' you just what you need [unverified]

Till I die is gon' be H O
B A N G I N fo'
Niggas never thought they would ever see me
With my eh blue rag from the C P T

We be kickin' in do's, sweevin'
Shovin' 30 clips in a Mack 1-0's
So as the clock tickin' and the thickens
We be up Sherman and rockin' up chicken
(What you need, nigga?)

Time to elevate the game and turn it up a
And bust on the neighborhood watch
My money greener a clover in a 4-6 Rover
I be a millionaire thuggin until all over

I take a ice cold 40 of Cristal and what servin'
Me and a Persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we
Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye,
Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I until I die,nigga

I die nothin' but makin' cheese
Till I die tryin' to up on ki's
Till I die but guns and weed
Till I die givin' you just you need [unverified]