Luyện nghe bài hát D-X-L (Hard White)

P]
Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
if I ain't proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I 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 tryin to be the nigga gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of
My sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
new nine, and an eight 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 squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what)
You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is
And I hate cops, most y'all was dicks in school
No gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard
My too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a
Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair
Keep some 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, bring it straight to your
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?
I'm tryin to my kids some real fuckin change when I die
from rappin or tellin some cat to for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
Bounty hunt your 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 with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, bricks
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you never felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use for help; we help the beats
Who want it with me? Who want it Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glovebox
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even snub (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats (uh)
Find man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
Make niggaz drowsy from the loss, got em noddin off
And take casket naps, that
You shoulda never let this rap
All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals
Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin? It's no problem, no
fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag ate your food
Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell
now you see he fell

[DMX] {*overlapping last
Uh, uh, now you
know what my means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna it? I make 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 walkin
I shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
tryin to talk about what 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 much I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already 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 you ain't ready to handle (UHH)
All that's left of your memory, is a (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 that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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