Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

Yeah, L O X,
It stop
Keep goin and goin' and goin and

You heard it from the P, you oughta know the truth
If I get you kidnapped and raped and off a roof
You could nod your head to like it's only a rap
'Cuz when these bullets hit your ass, I'm like only a gat

I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's
Think you religious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the
with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth

Do anything it takes to get to this loot
And a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, told you the script
You heard about the trouble, I most of the shit
When I squeeze no controllin' the wrist

And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin' swiss
I'm an ignorant and negative
I sell crack, bust guns, pop and say, I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a

If you think a better why don't you give me his name?
So I can run up on him, him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger 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 for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your

(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 when I'm loadin' the
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it ain't right, why I'm blowin' a L

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 bail, I'ma get it in cash
I sell like it's '88, I live in the past

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

Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the door
I'm Holiday Styles and what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car

Either that or get life and the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale I feel I get further with grams

In my few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And '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 with the comas and wakes, I make mistakes
Double R now, bitch, you oughta know, ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke and blow up the

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

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

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through
(Holiday)
And I care if I sell, y'all know what I sell

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