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 give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga 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 eight in a
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then 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 shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

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

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

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

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

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

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood 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 carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

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

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You wanna it? I make it speak
(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 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 done stuck up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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