Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

paniro]
You it from the p, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and 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, 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 anything it takes just to give it a
And missin a tooth, but of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin the
And niggas leave the room when the hear the p blowin his
I'm an ignorant and nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than
You not, I'll look at your 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 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 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 pray for your wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta it to heaven for goin through hell
[j:]
and I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[j:]
[s:] I use my hand when I'm loadin the shells
[j:]
[s:] 'cause I know it right, that's why I'm blowin 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
It's a million dollar bail, get it in cash
I sell like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my clothes a in a row
Sleep on the floor, me right next to the dog
I'm styles, and that's 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
that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the
But jail 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 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 and fakes
But I deal the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double r now bitch you oughta know ghost
Blow up your face, up the coke, and blow up the smoke