Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

I a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
Think you religious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke 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 missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start of the shit
When I squeeze no controllin' the wrist

And niggas leave the room 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, I'll look at your man and level a

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

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

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to 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

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 million dollar bail, get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I in the past

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

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

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

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

I deal with the snakes and fakes
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 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 hand when I'm the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L

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

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