Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the or shot in the neck
If I ain't gettin' proper
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I don't give a fuck, never have, will

If it ain't on your hip, you're lookin' to die
I ain't 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, or later, matter of time

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

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I cops, 'cause 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 dough too long, nowadays my flow too
What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a
Check my car, I don't care, I 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, bring it to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the in my eye?

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

Who want it 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 jewels in the box
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

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

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

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin 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 you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust down 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 sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand you throw that
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't 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 shit to the street shit, I keep shit
Let them cats spit that weak
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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