Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

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

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

And leave the room when they hear the P flowin' with swiss
I'm an ignorant and nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit and say, I'm better than
You think not, I'll look at 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
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, 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 for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your

(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 the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it right, that's 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 crack like it's '88, I in the past

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

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

that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail ain't of the plans
I keep on the scale 'cuz 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 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 with the and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now, bitch, you know, I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, up the coke and blow up the smoke

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to 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 know it ain't right, why I'm blowin' a L

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for 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 loadin' the
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it ain't right, that's why I'm a L