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 respect
I don't if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I give a fuck, never 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 gon' die, sooner or later, matter of
My niggaz sell crack, a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put above ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think 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 most y'all was in school
No pussy gettin niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I care, I don't play fair
Keep some in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the is hard to hear
I'm a true nigga, bring it straight to your crew
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 some real fuckin change I die
from rappin or tellin cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through,

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
Bet you even felt the heat
til I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets 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 wonderful
Be in the hood all your jewels in the glovebox
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, even snub (uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car (uh)
Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin 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 shotty
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take casket naps, fuck
You never let this bastard rap
All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, from my horror's no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you It's no problem, no lyin
Drag's fire; so ya hamburger 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 scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell
Po'-po' now you see he

{*overlapping last line*}
Uh, uh, now you
know my name means when 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 a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
the science behind that son? (I don't know)
A lot of walkin
I bust down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't tryin to talk what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?)
I ain't never a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon)
And for talkin too much shit? I done 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 before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin might get you
with what you ain't to handle (UHH)
All left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
Talkin reckless your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

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

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