Luyện nghe bài hát D-X-L (Hard White)

P]
Holiday
Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck
if I ain't gettin proper
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in grill
I don't give a fuck, have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then lookin 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 eight in a
I put above ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think they a thug, then 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 butter? Hop in of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, cause most 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 y'all make in a year, I 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 buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, it straight to your crew
Small yell 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 fuckin change I die
rappin or tellin 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 need is a big gun and a that's crazy quick
A nice house five rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip
Bet you never even 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 it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats (uh)
your 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, that's hard
Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my guard
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz from the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take naps, fuck that
You never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals
Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin? It's no problem, no
Drag's so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
done ate your food
Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell
now you see he fell

[DMX] {*overlapping last
Uh, uh, now you
know what my name means you hear it in the streets (uh)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it (WHAT?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that (I don't know)
A lot of walkin
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't tryin to about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I ain't never a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon)
And for too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your before you throw that
Now act, cause actin might get you rollin
with what you ain't ready to (UHH)
All left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin reckless your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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