Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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

If it ain't on hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga 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, with a package of
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

My dough too long, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't 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 thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
yell when 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 tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt 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 rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
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
help niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use for help, we help the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
Be in the hood with all jewels 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 could in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for your heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
To done ate your food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't I let the streets tell 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 wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick shot down
(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 done stuck up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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