Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

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

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

And niggas leave the room when hear the P flowin' with swiss
I'm an and negative nigga
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 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
When it comes to the streets, I'm the to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger y'all

If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the
I'm the devil in the flesh, I 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 wife

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to 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 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 him my last
It's a million bail, I'ma get it in cash
I crack like it's '88, I live in the past

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

Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the door
I'm Holiday and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car

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

In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my 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 and fakes
But I deal the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma
Blow up face, blow up the coke and blow up the smoke

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

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

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

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