ฟังเพลงTo Live or Die (Explicit)

To Live Or Die - H.W.A

It all got started on a hot summer day

A shot was heard

A b**ch was shot that day

The hoes were taking over

Riding three deep

Lorenzo rims in a black cherry Jeep

The b**ch violated

Her name was Terri B

Riding the coat tail of the rapper Eazy E

Now I'm a give you an F 'cause your a**'ll stand tall

A funky white b**ch with a little bit of ball

Ruthless that's what you think you are

A hoe is on the beat

So you won't get very far

Talking that sh*t on a murder you wrote

B**ch try again

That's a mother f**king joke

Wicky wicky wack

That's what I said

Now a wacked assed b**ch got a nine to her head

Don't lay back

And start to cry

It's a hell of a choice

To live or die

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

I'm a mother f**ker

I'll put you through a test

You're another sucker I had to lay to rest

Blood sweat and tears running down your face

I ain't even pull a trigger

Now I got a murder case

I'll drop your a** right down to your knees

You're begging like a punk

Baby girl please

F**k you yeah I said it again

I'll kick your a** while I count to ten

The choice is yours

You'd better make it fast

Five more seconds

The nine up your a**

I'm wasting my time

'Cause it ain't no fight

I'm a f**k you up when we touch the mike

My rap's so strong like an armored tank

Step back b**ch

'Cause you're about to get ganked

HWA is in the place

Kicking funky rhymes all in your face

Murder murder is what you preach

You wouldn't kick sand on a mother f**king beach

Your record deal is a mystery to me

You must have give Eric some white buls*it

F**k you think you're hard

But you're softer than butter

Trying to hang around the Compton brothers

You want to be black and that's no lie

B**ch make a choice

To live or die

I don't know where you're from

But it sure ain't the streets

'Cause you're walking around sweet and petite

I'm the baddest

Hardest b**ch in the world

Check my credentials

They call me baby girl

Taking white b**ches out iis a hobby of mine

F**k all that sh*t

Jaz pass me the nine

Remember that test

B**ch you didn't pass

Now I'm forced to put the nine back in your a**

Put the clip in then I blast you

No that didn't get past you

Your no rapping a** was bound to fail

Now my mother f**king

A** might wind up in jail

I went to court and coped my plea

I had to murder she was a wack MC

The judge liked me and gave me a try

'Cause he liked my hit

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch

To live or die

Die b**ch