Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
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 on your hip, then you're 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 gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no is left
(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 cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' tryin' to cuff the God
Play out in the yard, but that 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 don't play
Keep some shit in the stash box, get me the chair

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

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

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

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

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

Creep the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

And casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my 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 done ate your

I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin 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 now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
what my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear 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 easy

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 niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already that
(Uh-huh)
Well think it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin' get you rollin'
what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

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

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

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