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 respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
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 that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, or later, matter of time
My niggaz sell crack, a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no is left (what)
You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in
No pussy gettin niggaz to cuff the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too
y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I play fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it 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 fuckin when I die
from or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I'm hunt down 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 house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
Bet you never even the heat
til I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz; don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help; we the beats
Who want it with me? Who it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even snub (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your (uh)
your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
It's Jada {*mwwaa*} for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's hard
Me the Security? Protectin my I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
Make drowsy 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 your
No parents, from my horror's no morals
in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin
Drag's so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate your
Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell
Po'-po' now you see he

{*overlapping last line*}
Uh, uh, now you
know what my name means when you hear it in the (uh)
Y'all 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 greasy (uh-huh)
What the science that son? (I don't know)
A lot of walkin
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot (uh)
Ain't tryin to talk about 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 about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin get you rollin
with what you ain't ready to (UHH)
All that's left of memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
Talkin reckless behind back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep tight
Let them cats that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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