Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of
or more, in front of the store, waitin' 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 to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is
(What)
You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in
No pussy gettin' niggaz tryin' to 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 that for a song
my car, I don't care, I don't play 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 thug nigga, bring it straight to crew
yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some fuckin' change when I die
rappin' or tellin' some 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 rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

Bet you never felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
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 glocks
(Uh)
size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(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, mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you It's 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 guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he

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

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

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

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

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