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 gettin proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never
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 package of
or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set
think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is (what)
You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool
And I cops, cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too
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 don't fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the
And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin to you
You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?
I'm tryin to leave my kids some real change when I die
rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty 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 house five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
Bet you never even felt the
til I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz; niggaz don't help the
Y'all use beats for help; we help the
Who want it with me? Who want it with Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the hood all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even glocks (uh)
size tecs you could carry in your 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 of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
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 through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no
Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you dyin? no problem, no lyin
Drag's so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate your
I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell
Po'-po' now you see he

[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 ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the behind that son? (I don't know)
A lot of easy
I bust shit down (uh) got (uh) kick 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 I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you know that (uh-huh)
Well about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now act, cause 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 nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit
Let them cats spit that weak (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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