Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

[styles
You heard it the p, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a
You could nod your head to this it's only a rap
'cause when these bullets hit ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday styles, bitch I most of the laws
with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no the wrist
And niggas 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 better than
You think not, look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five and three 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 no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through
[j:]
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, y'all know I sell
[j:]
I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
[j:]
'cause 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
a million dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the
Tell niggas 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
Sleep on the floor, catch me right to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's the weaponry for
And I probably won't for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good 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 ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas my last few cars
And 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his and his width and get his casket cut
I deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make
Double r now bitch you oughta know ghost
Blow up your face, up the coke, and blow up the smoke