Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It don't
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 thrown off a
You could nod your head to like it's only a rap
'cause when these bullets hit your ass I'm it's only a gat
I a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday styles, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the
Do anything it takes just to it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the
When I squeeze no controllin the wrist
And leave the room when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than
You think not, I'll at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and 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 left the gun home, i'ma 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 pray for your
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to for goin through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, know what I sell
holiday
[s:] I use my left hand when I'm the shells
[j:]
'cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin 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 dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the
Tell 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 with ten in the back of the car
Either that or get life and the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta platinum but don't gas him up
I get his and his width 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 bitch you know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the