Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Pressure

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

Who really da rapper since Big ain't here
Y'all know da answer to dat when ain't here
When you see me, 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 talkin' to him, I'm talkin' to you
Matter of fact, I'm to y'all, life is like walkin' a yard

Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in da
And the Source got muthafuckas they hot
Like my dope, got fiends they shot
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 in a sticky green drop
Hop out, let off fifty-three
Wouldn't if I hit fifty-three cops

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

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

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 can't fuck wit Jada!

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

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

Feel me dawg? Everybody walk da 'til they 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 named Super-head, she give super
moved in the buildin', even gave the super head
I cop big guns that spit super
So, play Superman, end up super

Call me Kiss, or da kid the Lox
That'll ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops
We was in jail, you won't get no mail
And if you on my block, you won't 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 have ya body all da lobby

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

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

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

Now, who da fuck 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!