Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
If I ain't gettin' respect
I don't care if you rap, I still in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never

If it ain't on your hip, then you're 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, matter of

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

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' 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
my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
Keep some in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, it straight to your crew
yell 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 some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four nigga
hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

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

Bet you never even felt the
Till I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
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 hood with all your in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

Creep the streets
For some of 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 loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your
No parents, tale from my no morals

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

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ever 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 talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

It quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them kiss ass
(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 guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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