Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

[styles
You it from the p, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this it's only a rap
'cause these bullets hit your ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got in the cross
Holiday styles, bitch I broke most of the
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You about the trouble, I start most of the shit
I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm than niggas
You think not, look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his
When it comes to the streets, I'm the to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm 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 make no sense for you to for your life
I got my in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

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

[styles
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a million dollar bail, get it in cash
I sell crack it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and what the weaponry 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 or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail ain't of the plans
I keep weight on the 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went but don't gas him up
I get his length and his and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make
Double r now bitch you oughta know i'ma
up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke