Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

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

Niggaz think a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no is left
(What)
You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your butter? 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 Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard

My too long, nowadays my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a
Check my car, I don't care, I don't play
Keep shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

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

I'm tryin' to my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt whole crew till 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 rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip

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

Who want it with me? Who want it with 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
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

Creep through the
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

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

Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
To done ate your food

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

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

I bust shit 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 sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for too much shit? I done fucked 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, cause might get you rollin'
With what you ain't ready to
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

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

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

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