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, you're 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 die, sooner or later, matter of time
My niggaz sell crack, with a package of
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set
Niggaz think they a thug, then 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 this

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 Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I play fair
Keep some in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to 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 leave my kids some fuckin 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 hunt your 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, bricks
'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 want it with me? Who want it Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X. (uh)
All of burners, even snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you carry in your sweats (uh)
Find man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
It's {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin my I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make niggaz from 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 slugs through your
No parents, from my horror's no morals
Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin? no problem, no lyin
fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate food
Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell
Po'-po' now you see he

[DMX] {*overlapping line*}
Uh, uh, now you
know what my name when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You wanna hear it? I it speak (WHAT?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that (I don't know)
A lot of walkin
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick (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 done stuck up (c'mon)
And for too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you know that (uh-huh)
Well think it with the brick in your hand 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 quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit
Let them cats spit 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 jails and extra cops
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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