Luyện nghe bài hát Die A Gangsta

[Intro:
Better hope he die a
Better hope he die a
Super, out of here,

Future]
I he die a gangster
I you plan on game, there's too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put 'em holes in an
I'm on X pills, I'm out of control
I'm running on X pills, I'm out of
What you do to my neck piece?
What you do to my neck piece?
What you do to my neck Woah

I do my thing, I do my thing, I my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the
We got a auto, you the desperado this a motherfucking trip

[Hook:
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip,
They can't understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

1: Future]
60k on sip, 100 in the clip
Somebody playing, got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a
you niggas I'm a beast
If you try your luck it sweet
I'ma put these niggas right me
I my way throughout the east
My 10 with the molly
I put your main in the
I double barrel the shotty
You pump with some riders
You lucky they ain't hit your
A lot of in my body
Got me smoking
Pulled up in his side of
up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the

[Hook:
I he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a
Man I'm off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done me that these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip,
They can't even understand why they my drip, yeah

2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I'ma go in your
They call me Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your
I'm too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they let Wop loose
I'm talking plug talk, don't pertain to you
I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn't for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man champagne's for you
You're talking gangster but a lame, this ain't the lane for you
FBG and 1017, this ain't the gang for you
Wop

[Hook:
I hope he die a gangster, I he die a gangster
I hope he die a
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip,
They can't even understand why they glorify my drip,