Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the 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, have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then you're 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 gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

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

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

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

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 don't fair
some shit 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 yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the in my eye?

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

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

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

Creep through the
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put pills 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 know is cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

in the wrong 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 your

I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but 'em well
I don't I let the streets 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 it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick down shot
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for too much shit? I done fucked 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 before you that
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

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

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

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