Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It stop
It goin, and goin, and goin, and goin

[styles
You heard it 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 like it's a rap
'cause when these 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 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 just to give 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 ain't no controllin the
And niggas leave the room when the hear the p his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm than niggas
You think not, I'll look at man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his
it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I give you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

[chorus: jadakiss and
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to for goin through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I don't if I sell, y'all know what I sell
holiday
[s:] I use my left hand I'm loadin the shells
[j:]
[s:] 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 '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the
I malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm
But I'm with ten million 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 of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his 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 ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the