Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
If I ain't proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I don't a fuck, never 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 gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is
And I hate cops, most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that 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 fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the

And it don't 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 basically to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?

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

Bet you even felt the heat
Till I put the M1 to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

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

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

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

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

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

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets 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 fear it cause you
You wanna it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind that
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about 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 you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw
Now don't act, cause actin' get you rollin'
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
Talkin' 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,

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

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