Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It don't
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and

[styles
You heard it from the p, you oughta know the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a
You nod your head to this like it's only a rap
'cause when these bullets hit your ass I'm like only a gat
I a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got in the cross
Holiday styles, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard about the trouble, I most of the shit
When I squeeze no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the p blowin his
I'm an ignorant and negative
I sell crack, guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I the gun home, i'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't you the lord
It don't no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you pray for your wife

[chorus: jadakiss and
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through
holiday
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, y'all know I sell
holiday
[s:] I use my left when I'm loadin the shells
holiday
[s:] 'cause I know it ain't right, why I'm blowin a l

paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
a million dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the
You know the p the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the
I like malibu and pineapple, of hash
of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's what the for
And I probably won't blow for the that I'm hard
But I'm good ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the
Gettin jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get with grams
In my last few bars, I run through like my last few cars
And 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his and get his casket cut
I don't deal the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make
Double r now you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and up the smoke