Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it on your hip, then 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 die, sooner or later, matter of time

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
new nine, and an eight 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 this

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz tryin' to 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
Keep shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

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

I'm tryin' to leave my some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
Bounty hunt whole crew till 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 five rooms, six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

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

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

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

Creep through the
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
Make drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

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

Raised in the wrong era, 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 dukes so guard chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
bitches 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 behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick down down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't 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 you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand you throw that
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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