Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I through the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no
When I peel a dome and
Gone like right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
me bail nigga but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the stuff
and that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly up the oozy
now who's he
Well that dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha know comin' through that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden
You give up the information,
nigga I get shots, so nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of this
Twenty-four from that mommas baby killa
mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at chin before I crept nigga
Welcome to own death

x6
Nigga to your own death

(BUCK! For them who don't know loc to da brain
got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2

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

x6

When I hit the block a nine
Them better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at runnin'
untraceable shells
Only worriers goin' to
And 5-0 they can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too
My murder file done pile more than a nigga
See have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
I'm a pack and when 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
When it's to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna you dance
See that's the city and it's making a stress
Gotta your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat you're buried
That nine millimeter no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with last breathe
Welcome to your own

x6