Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I no snitch
I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, ooh
Watch me nigga but you don't see me though
Cause I'm fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But a puff of the dank stuff
and enough double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly up the oozy
now who's he
Well it's dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha know comin' through with that mo
And I heard you know now whose been up on the garden block
You either up the information,
I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna of this milla
shots from that mommas baby killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin I crept nigga
Welcome to your own

x6
Nigga welcome to own death

(BUCK! For them who know bout loc to da brain
Them got them millimeter strap and true is the game) x2

So niggas my sicc
Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of
many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that back
So done load them nins and pull them high jacks
And lie in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the
Them that really don't give a fuck
and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus nuts and guts is what I rips for
Creepin' up in a six four
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to funeral low
yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' in a niggas neck
So the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to own death

x6

When I hit the block with a
Them fools better be
My nigga got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable shells
Only worriers goin' to
And 5-0 they just can't
See cause we too well
My file done pile more than a nigga expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still accepted
That I'm a pack and I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up dirt
And I'm tired of a motherfucker about a nigga like me
it's hard to believe
the millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the and it's making a motherfucker stress
Gotta watch back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat until buried
That nine millimeter givin' no respect
Up on your with your last breathe
to your own death

x6