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 spit in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then you're 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 niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
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 eye? Nigga, the in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that hunt nigga, with the four pound nigga
hunt your whole crew till my bullets 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 to all twenties, is a crazy 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
use beats for help, we help the beats

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

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

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

And take casket naps, fuck that you 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 era, with 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 your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' 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 hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold 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 think you already 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 you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's of your 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 street shit, I keep tight
Let them spit that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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