Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Your Own Death

And as I bail through the woods of the
Terror zone nine chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and
Gone like hell right the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boo, nigga ooh
Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me
Cause I'm fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the stuff
and enough that O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly loadin' up the
Well now he
Well it's that dead doe
Well whatcha know through with that murder mo
And I you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either up the information,
o get shot, so nigga nah WHAT!
I guess you dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots 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 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, don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of
many more caps bust
Anymore to roll up, we need that high back
So niggas done them nines and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll fat one up
one up for locc to the brain
Them niggas that really give a fuck
and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So nigga now gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I for
up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the
Leavin' you to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo from 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 gate and puttin' in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper when I crept
Welcome to own death

x6

When I hit the block with a
Them fools better be
My duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable shells
worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just swoop
See we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a expected
See cause have of the city of Sac ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm I'ma put in work
my OG told me why G's got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker a nigga like me
When hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants make you dance
See that's the city and making a motherfucker stress
Gotta your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your
Up in a die nigga die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter no motherfuckin' respect
Up on back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own

x6