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 still in your grill
I don't a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then 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, or later, matter of time

My sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
new nine, and an eight 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 till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O
You think 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 dicks in
No pussy gettin' tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

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

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small when 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
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, 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 Coupe that's quick
A nice house with five rooms, six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
'em down 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 the streets
use beats for help, we help the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with 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 that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

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

in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
what my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk 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 think you know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your 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 memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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