Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I tryin' to be the nigga that's 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 niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You I'm good 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, fuck what think is cool
And I hate cops, most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard

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

And it don't buck and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically 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 rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew my bullets go through, what?

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

Bet you never felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets 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 three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glove box
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

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

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

Like I know to raise your dukes so your chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your 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)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

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

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

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

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