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 gettin proper
I care if you rap, I still spit 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 tryin to be the nigga 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 front of the store, waitin to
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
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 a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit Hop in front of this toast

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

Creep the streets
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty
Put chill in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take naps, fuck that
You shoulda let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel
No parents, from my horror's no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you It's no problem, no lyin
Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
Drag ate your food
Like I to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your 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 what my means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You wanna it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that son? (I know)
A lot of easy
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) down (uh)
tryin to talk 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 you already know that (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 you ain't ready to handle (UHH)
All that's of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
Talkin reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit
Let them cats that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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