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

I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' yours
Think you religious, heard he got in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the
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 of 'em chipped, told you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the
When I squeeze no controllin' the wrist

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

If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
When it to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
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 you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta for your wife

(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 when 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 ride a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the

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

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

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

In my last few bars, I run 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 and get his casket cut

I don't deal with the snakes and
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I 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 heaven for through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't 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 ain't right, that's why I'm a L

(Holiday)
I gotta it to heaven 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