Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It don't
It goin, and goin, and goin, and goin

[styles
You heard it from the p, you oughta know 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 bullets hit your ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm it's yours
you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday styles, bitch I most of the laws
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 about the trouble, I most of the shit
When I ain't 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 than niggas
You think not, I'll at your man and level 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 you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm than y'all
If I left the gun home, i'ma give you the
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't you the lord
It make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

[chorus: jadakiss and
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin hell
[j:]
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, y'all what I sell
[j:]
[s:] I use my left when I'm loadin the shells
[j:]
[s:] 'cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm 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 sell crack it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p the gun, live in the mask
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of
Hundred's of dro, wear my a week in a row
on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and what the weaponry for
And I probably blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the
But jail part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 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 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 make mistakes
Double r now you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and up the smoke