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' proper
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I don't give a fuck, never have, will

If it ain't on your hip, you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna 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 above ya neck, I my set

Niggaz think they a thug, 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 your shit butter? Hop in front of this

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what think is cool
And I cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No gettin' 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 kick for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I play fair
Keep shit in the stash 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 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 that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
Bounty hunt your whole crew my bullets go through, what?

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

Bet you even felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use 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 all your jewels in the glove box
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even snub
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada for breakin' 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 pills in brains, like Tylenol
niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' 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

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 dukes so your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you 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 there's a lot of talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind that
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick 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 fucked 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, actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't ready to
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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