Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Pressure

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

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

You owe me one, I owe you two
I smacked you wit da burner, but I know you'd sue
And I talkin' to him, I'm talkin' to you
Matter of fact, I'm to y'all, life is like walkin' a yard

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

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

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

And you heard that shit right I started that
make me put somethin' 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 fuck want? Jadakiss!
And who da y'all need? Jadakiss!
And who da gon' bleed?
All y'all hataz, 'cause none of y'all niggas can't wit Jada!

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

you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip
That's gon' get the second of da clip
And all I'm sayin', be da other nigga in the front of the da whip
his lip, wit a gun on his hip

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

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

me Kiss, or da kid from the Lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya
We was in jail, you won't get no mail
And if you on my block, you won't get no sales

When ya CEO know you fuck wit I
I make a million by June, I'm sayin' July
And I beg you to try me while I'm da Tommy
I'ma have ya body all da lobby

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

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

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 y'all niggas fuck wit Jada!

Now, who da y'all want? 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!

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