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

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

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

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

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God
Play 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 don't care, I don't fair
Keep some in the stash 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 when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?

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

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

Bet you never felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
use beats 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 three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let bastard 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 drag done ate food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you hear it in the
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You wanna 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 that
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit down got 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 never sold a brick, I done stuck up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too 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 brick in your hand before you throw
Now don't act, cause actin' get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All that's of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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