Luyện nghe bài hát D-X-L (Hard White)

P]
Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the or shot in the neck
if I gettin proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I give a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then you're 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 sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set
think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no is left (what)
You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, cause y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard
My too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair
Keep some shit in the box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the is hard to hear
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my
I'm tryin to leave my some real fuckin change when I die
from rappin or 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 that's crazy
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip
Bet you never felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your waves and the grease
Streets help niggaz; niggaz help the streets
Y'all use beats for 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 jewels in the glovebox
Same that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you carry in your sweats (uh)
Find man dead in the trunk 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 hard
Me the Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make niggaz from the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take naps, fuck that
You shoulda never let this rap
All I know is cold winter, hot through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals
Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin
fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate food
Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell
now you see he fell

[DMX] {*overlapping line*}
Uh, uh, now you
know what my name when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the behind that son? (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 talk what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I never 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 think you already that (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw
Now don't act, actin might get you rollin
with what you ready to handle (UHH)
All that's of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
Talkin reckless behind your back, kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep tight
Let them spit that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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