Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it ain't on hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's look 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, with a package of
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna till no slugs is left
(What)
You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit Hop in front of this 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
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

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

And it don't buck shot and the is hard to hear
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell 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 some real fuckin' change when I die
From or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
Bounty hunt your whole crew my bullets go through, what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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