Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Pressure

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

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

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

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

I'll cut ya hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
Then come ya block in a sticky green drop
Hop out, let off fifty-three
Wouldn't care if I hit cops

might as well be merkin' niggas
'Cause the that he givin' out is hurtin' niggas
And all these record label's jerkin'
And you was a thug, you's a workin' nigga

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

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

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

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

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

me Kiss, or da kid from the Lox
That'll ya moms 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 won't get no

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 while I'm da Tommy
I'ma have ya body all da lobby

I already y'all, I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dawg, I never felt y'all
This album, we gon' bubble like
If it ain't R, who da hell else is hard?

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 can't fuck wit Jada!

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

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

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