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 in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will

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

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' tryin' to cuff the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my flow too
y'all 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 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 to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the in my eye?

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe crazy 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 never even the heat
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, don't help the streets
Y'all use for help, we help the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the hood with all your in the glove 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)
Find man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

And take casket naps, fuck you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, from 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 ate your food

Like I know to raise your 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 I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause 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)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick down shot
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't 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 think you know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

It quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' 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,

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

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