Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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It stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and

[Styles
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the
I get you and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's a rap
cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm it's yours
he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes to get me this loot
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I aint no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative
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 better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his
it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I the gun home, I'ma give 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

CHORUS: and Styles
Jadakiss: Uh huh,
Styles: I gotta make it to for goin through hell
J:
S: And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I
J:
S: I use my hand when I'm loadin the shells
J:
S: I know it aint right, that's why I'm blowin a L

Paniro]
Yo..
I do it all for my niggas, even wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the
You know the P carry the gun, live in the
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, of hash
Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car
Either that or get life and lift the in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the
But jail aint of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further grams
In my few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I make mistakes
Double R now you oughta know I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the