Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

Yeah, L O X,
It don't
Keep goin and goin' and goin and

You heard it from the P, you oughta it's the truth
If I get you kidnapped and raped and off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's a rap
'Cuz 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 religious, heard he got shot in the
Styles, bitch, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so to the boots, stick to the truth

Do it takes just to get to this loot
And a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, told you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the

And leave the room when they hear the P flowin' with swiss
I'm an ignorant and negative
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit and say, I'm better 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
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, 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 niggas in the crib, you pray for your wife

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know I sell

(Holiday)
I use my left hand I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L

Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even ride a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in
I sell like it's '88, I live in the past

You know the P carry the gun, live in the
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I Malibu and pineapple, fiftys of hash
Hundreds of dro, wear my clothes a in a row

Sleep on the floor, me right next to the door
I'm Holiday and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm
But I'm with ten million in the back of the car

Either that or get life and lift the rack in the
jewels from the old timers, stashin' the cards
But jail ain't part of the
I keep weight on the scale I feel I get further with grams

In my last few bars, I run through niggas my last few cars
And 'em up
The boy mighta went but don't gas him up
I get his length and his and get his casket cut

I don't with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't mistakes
Double R now, bitch, you oughta know, ghost
Blow up your face, up the coke and blow up the smoke

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, y'all what I sell

(Holiday)
I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it ain't right, that's why I'm a L

(Holiday)
I gotta it to heaven for goin' through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know I sell

(Holiday)
I use my left hand I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L