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 hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the that's gonna look 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 package of
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, 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 toast

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

My dough too long, my flow too strong
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I care, I don't play 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 true thug nigga, it straight to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

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 whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

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

Bet you even felt the heat
I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets 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 all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much 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' might get you
With you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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