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

I a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
Think you religious, heard he got in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch, I most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the

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

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

If you think a rapper's better why you give me his name?
So I can run up on him, him up and give you his frame
When it to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm than y'all

If I left the gun home, give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your

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

(Holiday)
I use my left hand I'm loadin' the shells
(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 give him my
It's a dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I in the past

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

Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the
I'm Holiday Styles and that's what the 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 the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, stashin' the
But ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cuz I feel I get further with

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

I don't deal with the snakes and
But I deal the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
R now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma 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 care if I sell, y'all know what I sell

(Holiday)
I use my hand when I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it right, that's why I'm blowin' a L

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

(Holiday)
I use my left when I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it right, that's why I'm blowin' a L