Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
If I ain't proper respect
I care if you rap, I still 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 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, a package of dimes
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 slugs is
(What)
You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is
And I hate cops, 'cause y'all was dicks in school
No gettin' 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 that for a
Check my car, I care, I don't play fair
some shit 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 thug nigga, bring it straight to your
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 leave my kids some fuckin' change when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that down 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 that's crazy
A nice house with five rooms, six
A where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a 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 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
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

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

Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger 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 brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

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

I bust shit down got down kick down shot
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' 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 know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
With what you ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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