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 oughta know the truth
I get you kidnapped and and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's a rap
when these bullets hit your ass I'm like 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, bitch I most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so to the boots, stick to the truth
Do it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard about the trouble, I most of the shit
I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas the room when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative
I crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
When it to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm 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 your
I got my in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

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

paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
a million 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, live in the
Tell niggas show me the money and 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, 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 good with ten in the back of the car
Either or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail part of the plans
I keep on the scale 'cause 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 mighta went platinum but gas him up
I get his and his width and get his casket 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 i'ma
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the