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 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 lookin' to die
I ain't to be the nigga 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
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P squeeze 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 y'all think is
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard

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

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

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

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 where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

Bet you even felt the heat
I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, don't help the streets
use beats 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 of burners, even snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats
(Uh)
your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for your heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

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 spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I brag 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 fear it cause you weak
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick down shot
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' 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 shit? I done fucked 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 actin' might get you
With you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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