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 care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will

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

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

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

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a true nigga, bring it straight 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 tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die
From rappin' or some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt nigga, with the four pound nigga
hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your 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 want it with Sheek? Who it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(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 easy

I bust shit down got down down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done 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 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 ready to
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

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

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

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