Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

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

paniro]
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, i'ma get it in
I sell crack it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the
Tell niggas show me the money and the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, of hash
of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and what the weaponry for
And I probably won't for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the
jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the
I keep weight on the 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his cut
I don't deal with the and fakes
But I deal the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double r now bitch you know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, up the coke, and blow up the smoke