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 spit in grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, will

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga 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, a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

think they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P squeeze 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 toast

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

My too long, nowadays my flow too strong
What make in a year, I kick 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 thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four 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 crazy quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even 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 want it with me? Who it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a 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, even snub
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could in your sweats
(Uh)
your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

through the streets
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my I let my shotty guard
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 let this bastard rap
All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale my horror's no morals

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag ate your food

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust 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 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 hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin' might get you
With what you ain't ready to
(Uhh)
All that's of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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