Luyện nghe bài hát D-X-L (Hard White)

P]
Holiday
Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck
if I ain't gettin respect
I care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then lookin to die
I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's look 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 crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set
Niggaz they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no is left (what)
You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, cause y'all was dicks in school
No gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard
My too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, get me the chair
And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small when I rap, I'm basically talkin 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
from rappin or tellin cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
Bounty hunt your whole crew til my go through, WHAT?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms, six
A town where money is coming, eighty
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you never even felt the
til I put the M1 to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz; niggaz 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 wonderful
Be in the hood all your jewels in the glovebox
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could in your sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car (uh)
It's {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my guard
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz from the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take casket naps, that
You shoulda let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your
No parents, tale from my no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you It's no problem, no lyin
fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate food
Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em
I brag I let the streets tell
Po'-po' now you see he

{*overlapping last line*}
Uh, uh, now you
know what my name means you hear it in the streets (uh)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak (WHAT?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that son? (I know)
A lot of easy
I bust shit (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
tryin to talk about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I ain't never a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon)
And for talkin too shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin get you rollin
with you ain't ready to handle (UHH)
All that's of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin reckless behind your back, them kiss ass (uh)
the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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