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

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

My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
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 y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in
No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

I'm tryin' to leave my some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew till my go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe crazy quick
A nice house five rooms, maybe six
A where money 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 don't the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

Who want it with me? Who it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

And take casket naps, fuck you shoulda never let this 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 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 chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

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

I shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that
(Uh-huh)
think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw 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 cats that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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