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 still spit in 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 gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, or later, matter of time

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

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was 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 flow too
What y'all make in a year, I that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't play
Keep some 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, bring it 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 fuckin' change when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
Bounty hunt your 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 house with five rooms, maybe six
A where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip

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

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

All of burners, even snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's responsible for breakin' your heart
(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 drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

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

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

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for 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 cause you
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick 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 much shit? I done niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in 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 quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit
Let them cats spit that weak
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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