Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

Holiday
Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck
If I gettin' proper respect
I don't if you rap, I still spit 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, of time

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

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

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to crew
Small when 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 real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a that's crazy quick
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you even felt the heat
I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use 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, it's a three
Be in the hood all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

through the streets
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
Make niggaz drowsy from the 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 through your
No parents, tale from my horror's no

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

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

I bust 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 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 about it with the brick in your hand before you that
Now don't act, cause actin' get you rollin'
what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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