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 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 when these bullets hit your ass I'm like 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, bitch I broke of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and 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 give you his
When it to the streets, I'm the nigga 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 give you the lord
It make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta for your wife

[chorus: and styles]
uh huh, holiday
[styles:] I gotta make it to for goin through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, know what I sell
[j:]
[s:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the
holiday
[s:] I know it ain't right, that's 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 him my last
It's a dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, in the mask
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of
Hundred's of dro, wear my clothes a in a row
Sleep on the floor, me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the
Gettin jewels the old timers, stashin the cards
But ain't part of the plans
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 went but don't gas him up
I get his and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make
Double r now bitch you oughta know i'ma
Blow up face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke