Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
If I gettin' proper respect
I care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then to death
(Uh-huh)
the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what think is cool
And I cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my flow too
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I care, I don't play fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, it straight to your crew
yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that down nigga, with the four pound nigga
hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a that's crazy quick
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never felt the heat
I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

Who it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All of burners, even snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, that you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs your snorkel
No parents, tale my horror's no morals

in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag ate your food

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em
I don't brag I let the tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
what my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

They gon' need guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)