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 proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never

If it ain't on your hip, you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

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

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

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

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

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to 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 leave my some real fuckin' change when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that down 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 that's crazy
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip

Bet you never even felt the
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 help the

Who want it with me? Who it with 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 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 rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
niggaz 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 winter, hot slugs 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 done ate your food

Like I know to raise your so guard your chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but '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)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done fucked up
(Uh)

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

It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, kiss 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)
They gon' need extra jails and extra
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need pits and extra glocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)

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