Luyện nghe bài hát Bomb First

In today's music news, the ever controversial Shakur has
Just another album under the alias Makaveli
Music are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement

Although no one the exact cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at
me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, P.I.G. and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny motherfuckers
Are understandably up by this release
The question wants to know is why'd they get
nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available
For comment but released statement

It's not about East or
about niggaz and bitches, power and money
Riders and punks, side are you on?

niggaz is still fucking talking?
You niggaz still breathing? roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for cockroaches
(All day, everyday)

It's the raid for you motherfuckers
(The in yo' ass)
This is it nigga, Killuminati
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, it

Allow me to introduce first, the Don
Hysterical, spiritual like the Holy Qu'Ran
get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for

Money making plans, close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me
Located world like the art of Graffiti

I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in city you'll find me
for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw down to die for me, knahmean?

I hit the scene niggaz ducking from my stare
I'm there, my every word, a fucking nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun and fall
This for my down to die for yours

Extreme venom, no mercy we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down to is where we send 'em
My whole team, to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers and I'm not gon' cry

Me, a born leader never leave the block my heater
Two big pits, I call my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper I'm gone
Thug Life running through my veins so I'm

Bye bye bye, get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, die too
Looking out for Deep, nigga when I find you

motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many down to die for me? Yeah yeah
coast ridah, coming right behind ya
Should've fucked wit me
I want hoes sex and weed
I won't rest my road dawgs free, bomb first

We, bomb first we ride
Please, 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody
But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma first

We, bomb first we ride
Please, 'fo you die
We ain't even come to tonight
But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma first

For so many and some many ways we've been ducking strays
They but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me on Death Row

Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a
Sent to do, what you'll do and that's ride for the 'cause
Yes, die for the cause

Ya, best believe if I'ma leave bitch, yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a Nazi
Got a little for that nigga that made Paparazzi
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfucking mayne

what is your motherfucking purpose?
None can us
E.D.I. Amin worthless
until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch

Come on, bring it, we'll with it
on, bring it

Your style wack as ever, like you was patent leather
Causing massive terror, niggaz lack, you ain't thorough
rapper half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy tales dunn
'King of New York', you the motherfucking one?

But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that
the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flipping chips
Getting rich, though it's hard
Trying to creep through halls and brawls

Without scarred by a with no warning signs
yo my man took five
Now, I'm the young one the nine
to put in my time
Shoot first, at they head burst bleeding
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, me

We, bomb first when we
Please, 'fo you die
G's, and niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize and bomb

We, bomb when we ride
Please, 'fo you die
G's, and thug on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize and bomb