Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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

If it ain't on hip, then 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 die, sooner or later, matter of time

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

think they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is
(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 most was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my flow too
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
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, bring it to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through,

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 where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip

Bet you never felt the heat
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 help the

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

All types of burners, even glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats
(Uh)
Find your man 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 hard
Me the Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill in brains, bullets like Tylenol
niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

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

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

Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You hear it? I make it speak
(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 walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick down shot
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for too much 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 with the in your hand before you throw that
Now act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't 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 ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them cats spit that shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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