Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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

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 in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

think they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna till no slugs is left
(What)
You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in of this toast

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
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 kids some fuckin' change when I die
From or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm hunt 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 that's crazy quick
A nice house five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even felt the
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
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 three
Be in the hood with all jewels in the glove box
Same that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All of burners, even snub glocks
(Uh)
size tecs you could carry in your 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 of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

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

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

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell po'-po' 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 hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't ever a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got 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 too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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