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

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look 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 of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz 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 make in a year, I kick that for a
my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
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 thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' 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 some cat to reach for the sky
I'm hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms, six
A where money 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 help the streets
use beats for help, we help the beats

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

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

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

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

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

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 season 'em
I don't brag I let the tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You wanna 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 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 about what 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 much I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

They gon' need 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 gon' need pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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