Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
If I ain't gettin' proper
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 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, or later, matter of time

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

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no is left
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think 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 gettin' niggaz to cuff the God
Play out in the yard, but that shit too hard

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

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

I'm tryin' to my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to 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 where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

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

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 hood with all your jewels in the box
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even glocks
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' 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 chill pills in brains, bullets like
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs your snorkel
No parents, from my horror's no morals

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
To done ate your food

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

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

I bust shit down got kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I stuck niggaz 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)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand you throw that
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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