Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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It stop
It goin, and goin, and goin, and goin

[styles
You it from the p, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and off a roof
You could nod your head to this it's only a rap
'cause when these bullets hit your ass I'm it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday styles, bitch I broke most of the
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the
Do anything it takes just to give it a
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, is gripped
You heard the trouble, I start most of the shit
I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the p blowin his
I'm an and negative nigga
I crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at 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, him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the 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 give you the
It don't make no sense for you to for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you pray for your wife

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

[styles
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
It's a million dollar bail, get it in cash
I crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You the p carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of
Hundred's of dro, my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's what the for
And I won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail ain't part of the
I keep on the scale '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 went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his and his width and get his casket cut
I deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double r now you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the