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' proper
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, 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, of time

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no 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 y'all think is
And I cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz 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 in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I care, I don't play 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 thug nigga, 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' cat to reach 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 that's quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy 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 it with me? Who want it with 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
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this rap
All I know is cold winter, hot through your 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 beef? I 'em
To done ate your food

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You wanna hear it? I 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 down got down kick down shot down
(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 stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much 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, 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
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them cats spit weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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