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 care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
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 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 niggaz sell crack, with a package of
Hundred or more, in 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 squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what)
You know I'm good 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, fuck what think is cool
And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in
No gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair
Keep shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small yell when I rap, I'm talkin to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my
I'm tryin to leave my kids real fuckin change when I die
from or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
Bounty hunt your 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 felt the
til I put the M1 next to your waves and the grease
Streets help niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help; we the beats
Who it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even glocks (uh)
size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car (uh)
It's Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for your heart (uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty
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 casket naps, fuck that
You shoulda never let bastard rap
All I is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals
Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you dyin? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
Drag done ate food
Like I to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag scorch 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 means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
bitches fear it cause you weak
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 that son? (I don't know)
A lot of easy
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't tryin to about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I ain't never sold a brick, I stuck niggaz up (c'mon)
And for talkin too much I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that (uh-huh)
think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin might get you
with what you ain't ready to (UHH)
All that's left of memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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