Luyện nghe bài hát Will They Die For You

Yeah, how niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

How niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well, I'mma ride for you, you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all you type of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back

in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze heat
motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he sleeps

Bigger than the king and the Pope, no dope
Call me anything but
it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you take heed to this

How many that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you

How many that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to
We '89, still watch your back
A nigga me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, just me
send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you want it?
to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
Make my own chips, I my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own

My day be short, need coke, the fort
I'm by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the
Disrespect and spend a man below your belt

Me, I had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your down, surround the block, where you go now?

shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I the furniture, think it was co-found
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you know now?

How many that'll die 4 you
How many get a like the pie wit' you?
I ain't 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

How niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my dogs
Bitches ain't around it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch, all ya'll try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like
You think I'm
I you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous

Speak when you're to and only with permission
E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E

Copped my CD, now all ya'll be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and out
My is paid for, your shit is loaned out

I it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I my own
When the pain is gone, like a you enter

So why should I throw my blows in
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too many niggas I'd die for

How many niggas die 4 you
How get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout that get high with you
know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they with you

How many that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit'
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you
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