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 raped and thrown off a
You nod your head to this like it's only 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 it's
you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday styles, bitch I broke most of the
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the
Do it takes just to give it a slue
And a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I most of the shit
I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the 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 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
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, 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 pray for life
I got my in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I make it to heaven for goin through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[j:]
[s:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the
holiday
[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 him my last
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 carry the gun, live in the
Tell niggas me the money and gimme 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 styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the that I'm hard
But I'm good ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the
But ain't 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 niggas like my last few
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 snakes and
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I make mistakes
Double r now bitch you oughta know i'ma
Blow up your face, up the coke, and blow up the smoke