Luyện nghe bài hát D-X-L (Hard White)

P]
Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
if I ain't gettin proper
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in grill
I don't a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then lookin to die
I tryin 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, or later, matter of time
My niggaz sell crack, with a package of
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 they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna 'til no slugs 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 I want, fuck what 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
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 shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my
I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change I die
from rappin or tellin cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, the four pound nigga
hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe crazy quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you even felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your waves and the grease
Streets help niggaz; niggaz help the streets
use beats for help; we help the beats
Who it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
Be in the hood with all your in the glovebox
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even 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 through the
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Protectin 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 shoulda never let this rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your
No parents, tale from my no morals
Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you dyin? no problem, no lyin
Drag's fire; so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate food
I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em
I don't brag I let the streets
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)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
the science behind that son? (I don't know)
A lot of walkin
I bust shit down (uh) got (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't tryin to talk 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 shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in hand before you throw that
Now don't act, actin 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
Talkin reckless your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them spit that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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