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 gettin proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I don't give a fuck, have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then lookin to die
I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, of time
My sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death (uh-huh)
the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what)
You know I'm with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your butter? 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 gettin niggaz tryin to the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair
Keep some in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my
I'm tryin to leave my kids some fuckin change when I die
from rappin or some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew til my go through, WHAT?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I need is a big gun and a that's 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 felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets
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 wonderful
Be in the with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car (uh)
It's Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin 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 pills 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 is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale my horror's no morals
in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin
Drag's fire; so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate your
Like I know to raise your dukes so guard chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well
I don't I let the streets tell
Po'-po' now you see he

[DMX] {*overlapping last
Uh, uh, now you
know what my name when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak (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 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 sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon)
And for talkin too much shit? I fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin
with what you ain't to handle (UHH)
All left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin reckless your back, them kiss 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' need guns and extra blocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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