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 don't care if you rap, I spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, 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 niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin 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)
the P gonna squeeze '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 what I want, fuck what y'all is cool
And I cops, cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to the God
Play out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my too strong
y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't play
Keep some shit in the stash box, get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my
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 that hunt down nigga, with the four nigga
Bounty your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house with rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip
Bet you even felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your waves and the grease
help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for we help the beats
Who it with 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 in the glovebox
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even glocks (uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car (uh)
It's Jada {*mwwaa*} for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin my I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take casket naps, that
You shoulda never let bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot through your snorkel
No parents, from my horror's 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 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 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets
now you see he fell

[DMX] last line*}
Uh, uh, now you
know my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy (uh-huh)
What the science that son? (I don't know)
A lot of easy
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't to talk about 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 much shit? I fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you know that (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your before you throw that
Now don't act, actin might get you rollin
with what you ain't to handle (UHH)
All left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
Talkin reckless behind your back, them kiss ass (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them cats spit that weak (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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