Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck
If I ain't gettin' respect
I don't care if you rap, I still in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, will

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

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

Niggaz think they a thug, then to death
(Uh-huh)
the P gonna squeeze till no slugs 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 what I want, fuck what think 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 y'all make in a year, I kick that for a
my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, get me the chair

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

I'm to leave my kids some 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 house five rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

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

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

All types of burners, even snub
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
Jada responsible for breakin' your 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 pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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