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 proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still 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 sell 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 above ya neck, I love my set
think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no is left (what)
You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You your shit butter? Hop in front 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 that for a song
my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
Keep shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm talkin to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?
I'm tryin to leave my kids real fuckin change when I die
from rappin or some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
Bounty hunt whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy
A nice house with rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
Bet you never even the heat
til I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz; don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help; we the beats
Who want it me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your (uh)
your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the loss, got em noddin off
And take naps, fuck that
You never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot 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 so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate your
I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets
now you see he fell

[DMX] {*overlapping last
Uh, uh, now you
know what my name when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You wanna it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ain't ever a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that son? (I know)
A lot of walkin
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot (uh)
Ain't tryin to about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done niggaz up (c'mon)
And for talkin too much shit? I done 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 your hand you throw that
Now act, cause actin might get you rollin
with what you ready to handle (UHH)
All that's left of memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let cats spit that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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