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 spit in grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, will

If it ain't on 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, or later, matter of time

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

Niggaz think they a thug, then to death
(Uh-huh)
the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a 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, 'cause most y'all was in school
No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my too strong
What make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, get me the chair

And it don't buck 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 eye? Nigga, the in my eye?

I'm tryin' to my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
Bounty your 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 nice house with rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

Bet you never felt the heat
Till I put the M1 to your 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 it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your in the glove box
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda let this bastard rap
All I is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

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

Like I know to raise your dukes so your chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets 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 bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind that
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust 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 never sold a brick, I done stuck up
(C'mon)
And for too much shit? I done 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 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 happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz
(Uh)
the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that weak
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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