Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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It don't
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and

[Styles
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a
You could nod your head to like it's only a rap
cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's a gat
I need a to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think he religious? he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I most of the laws
Fuck the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get me this
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze aint no controllin the
And niggas the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an and negative 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 a rapper's better 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 devil in the flesh, I can't you the Lord
It don't make no for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your

CHORUS: and Styles
Jadakiss: Uh huh,
Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin 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
J:
S: 'cause I know it aint right, that's why I'm a L

[Styles
Yo..
I do it all for my niggas, ride wit a bomb
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 live in the
You know the P the gun, live in the Maz'
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, of hash
of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the for
And I probably won't for the fact that I'm hard
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 the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail aint of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get with 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 and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal the snakes and fakes
But I with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now you oughta know I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and up the smoke