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 proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I don't give a fuck, 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 gonna 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 package of
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause y'all was dicks in school
No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Sheik 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 fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it buck shot 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 tryin' to leave my kids real fuckin' change when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

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

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

Who want it with me? Who want it Sheek? Who want it with 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 types of burners, even glocks
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for your heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

in the wrong era, with 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 your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the 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 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 already that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(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 spit weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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