Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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

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

My niggaz sell crack, a package of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen ya neck, I love 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, fuck what y'all think is
And I cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz tryin' to the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

Who want it with me? Who want it with Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
Be in the with all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

through the streets
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
niggaz drowsy 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 from my horror's no

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate your

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 when you it in the streets
(Uh)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

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

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already that
(Uh-huh)
Well think 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 of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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