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 proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in grill
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 gonna 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 sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

Niggaz they a thug, then 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 toast

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

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

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, 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 real fuckin' 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 crew till my bullets go through,

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, eighty
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip

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

Who it with me? Who want it with 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, snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

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

Like I to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

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

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

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

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

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

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