Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

[styles
You heard it from the p, you know it's the truth
I get you and raped 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 need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday styles, bitch I most of the laws
Fuck 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 start most of the
When I ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you 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 nigga to
eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, i'ma you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

[chorus: and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to for goin through hell
holiday
[s:] and I don't if I sell, y'all know what I sell
holiday
[s:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the
holiday
[s:] 'cause I it ain't 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 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 show me the money and gimme the stash
I malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, my clothes 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 with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the
But ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta 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 i'ma
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the