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 proper
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 you're 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 die, sooner or later, matter of time
My sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no is left (what)
You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in of this 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 tryin to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard
My too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I play fair
Keep 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 nigga, bring it straight to your crew
yell 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 kids some fuckin change when I die
rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole til my bullets go through, WHAT?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's quick
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip
Bet you never even the heat
til I put the M1 next to 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 it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X. (uh)
All of burners, even snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your (uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car (uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em off
And take casket naps, fuck
You shoulda let this bastard rap
All I is cold 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
done ate your food
Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets
Po'-po' now you see he

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Uh, uh, now you
what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak (WHAT?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of talkin (uh-huh)
What the science that son? (I don't know)
A lot of easy
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) down (uh)
Ain't tryin to talk about I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I ain't never sold a brick, I 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)
think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, actin might get you rollin
with what you ain't to handle (UHH)
All that's left of memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
Talkin behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them cats spit weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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