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' proper
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I don't a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then 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, a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no is left
(What)
You know I'm with 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 y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz tryin' to the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

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

And it don't buck shot and the is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that hunt 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 Coupe that's crazy
A nice house 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 waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
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, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all jewels in the glove box
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

Creep through the
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
Make drowsy from the blood 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 snorkel
No parents, tale from my 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 done ate your food

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

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

I bust shit got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't 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 talkin' too much shit? I done fucked up
(Uh)

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

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

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

They gon' need extra 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 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)