Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

think 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 think your shit butter? Hop in front of this

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

My dough too long, 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
Keep shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't buck and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm to leave my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole till my bullets go through, what?

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

Bet you never even felt the
Till I put the M1 next to 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 it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the hood with all jewels in the glove box
Same 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)
your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for your heart
(Uh)
Uh

through the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty
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 know is cold winter, hot slugs your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no

in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
To done ate your food

I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch 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 name means 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 a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold a brick, I done stuck 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 already know
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

It happens quick nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep tight
Let them 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 cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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