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 give a fuck, never have, never will

If it on your hip, then 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, of time

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

Niggaz think a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm with 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 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 too long, nowadays my flow too strong
What make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't play
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the

And it don't buck and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm 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 tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that 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 crazy quick
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

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

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 hood with all your in the glove box
Same that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, 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' your
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

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

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your 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
Know what my name means when you hear it in the
(Uh)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick down down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' to talk 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 already 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 what you ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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