Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

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

think they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze 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 I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

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

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

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

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

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

Who want it 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 types of burners, snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty
Put chill in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

And take casket naps, fuck that you never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

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

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

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

I bust shit down got down kick down shot
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I 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 in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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