Luyện nghe bài hát D-X-L (Hard White)

P]
Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the or shot in the neck
if I ain't gettin proper
I care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't a fuck, never have, never 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
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set
Niggaz think they a thug, then to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze no slugs is left (what)
You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, cause y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that 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 care, I don't play fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, it straight 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 leave my some real fuckin change when I die
rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I'm hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through,

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's quick
A nice house with rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you even felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the
help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help; we the beats
Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
Be in the hood all your jewels in the glovebox
Same that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All of burners, even snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats (uh)
Find man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
It's Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your (uh)
Uh

Creep 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, like Tylenol
Make niggaz from the blood loss, got em noddin off
And 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 no morals
in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin
fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate your
Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell
now you see he fell

[DMX] 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 hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that (I don't know)
A lot of easy
I bust down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't tryin to talk about I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck up (c'mon)
And for too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know (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 ready to handle (UHH)
All left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap 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 Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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