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 if you rap, I still spit in your grill
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 crack, with a package of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin' 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 with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that 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 play fair
Keep some shit in the box, then get me the chair

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

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

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

Bet you even 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 for help, we help the beats

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

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

through the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz 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 slugs through snorkel
No parents, tale 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 I french-fry 'em
To drag ate your food

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

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

I bust shit down got down kick 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 stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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