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

If it ain't on your hip, you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna 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 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 think they a thug, then 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 your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew
Small yell 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 some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole 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 town where money is coming, bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip

Bet you even felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, don't help the streets
use beats for help, we help the beats

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

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

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

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

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
scorch niggaz 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)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of talkin'
(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 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 know
(Uh-huh)
Well about it with the brick in your hand 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 bitch ass
Talkin' reckless behind back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit weak 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 wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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