Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
If I ain't gettin' proper
I don't if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I give 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 that's 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 of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a 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 y'all is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that 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 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 to leave my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the 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 Coupe that's crazy
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip

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

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

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

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

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

in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate your

I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name 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 son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for too much shit? I done 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 you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
With you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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