Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Pressure

The headphones is on fire dis around, Styles
A blood pressure is
Yo, last time I'ma these niggas
Jada man, whoever, old nigga, new
Wha! Yo, yo, yo

Who really da best since Big ain't here
Y'all know da answer to dat when ain't here
you see me, don't ask me nothin' about us
And don't definitely ask me about [Incomprehensible]

You owe me one, I owe you two
I woulda smacked you wit da burner, but I know sue
And I ain't to him, I'm talkin' to you
of fact, I'm talkin to y'all, life is like walkin' a yard

Nigga'll stab you wit a in da heart
And the got muthafuckas thinkin' they hot
Like my dope, got fiends thinkin' they
When you thinkin of da best, nigga, of the Lox

I'll cut ya fuckin' hand off if ya pinky hot
Then come through ya block in a sticky green
Hop out, let off fifty-three
care if I hit fifty-three cops

Guliani as well be merkin' niggas
'Cause the time that he givin' out is hurtin'
And all these record label's niggas
And you never was a thug, a workin' nigga

And you heard that shit right there I that
Don't make me put up in ya Starter hat
No matter who you are, or where you
all of dat, I'm not tryin' to hear dat, son

Now, who da y'all want? Jadakiss!
And who da fuck need? Jadakiss!
And who da fuck bleed?
All y'all hataz, 'cause none of niggas can't fuck wit Jada!

Now, who da fuck want? Jadakiss!
And who da fuck y'all Jadakiss!
And who da fuck gon'
All y'all hataz, 'cause none of y'all niggas fuck wit Jada!

Don't you be dat clown in da back of da whip
That's gon' get the second half of da
And all I'm sayin', it'll be da nigga in the front of the da whip
his lip, wit a gun on his hip

Feel me dawg? walk da walk 'til they run into Kiss
Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or wit da fifth
How you think ya man hard when son on my
'Cause I can get his ass body, plus him a brick

Got a chick named Super-head, she super head
Just moved in the buildin', even the super head
I cop big guns that spit super
So, play Superman, end up dead

me Kiss, or da kid from the Lox
That'll twist ya out and do a bid wit ya pops
We was in jail, you probably get no mail
And if you pumped on my block, you get no sales

ya CEO know you can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June, I'm fuck July
And I beg you to try me I'm holdin' da Tommy
I'ma ya body all over da lobby

I already y'all, I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dawg, I ain't felt y'all
This album, we gon' bubble Seltzer
If it ain't Double R, who da hell is hard?

Now, who da fuck want? Jadakiss!
And who da fuck y'all Jadakiss!
And who da gon' bleed?
All y'all hataz, 'cause none of niggas can't fuck wit Jada!

Now, who da fuck y'all Jadakiss!
And who da y'all need? Jadakiss!
And who da fuck gon'
All y'all hataz, 'cause none of y'all niggas fuck wit Jada!

Now, who da fuck y'all Jadakiss!
And who da fuck need? Jadakiss!
And who da fuck bleed?
All y'all hataz, 'cause none of niggas can't fuck wit Jada!

Now, who da fuck want? Jadakiss!
And who da y'all need? Jadakiss!
And who da fuck gon'
All y'all hataz, 'cause none of y'all niggas can't wit Jada!