Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

[styles
You it from the p, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like only a rap
'cause when these bullets hit your ass I'm it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's
Think you delicious, heard he got in the cross
Holiday styles, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, to the truth
Do it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin the
And niggas leave the when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and nigga
I crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and a nigga
If you think a rapper's why don't 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 left the gun home, i'ma 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 for your life
I got my in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

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

[styles
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a million dollar bail, get it in cash
I crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p the gun, live in the mask
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
on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the 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, the cards
But ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my few bars, I run through 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 and get his casket cut
I deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I make mistakes
Double r now bitch you know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and up the smoke