Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

You heard it from the P, you oughta know the truth
If I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a
You nod your 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, heard he got 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 of 'em chipped, told you the script
You about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no the wrist

And niggas leave the room when 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 look at your man and level a

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 than

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

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

You the P carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fiftys of
Hundreds of dro, my clothes 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 won't blow for the fact I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car

Either that or get and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin' from the old timers, stashin' the cards
But ain't part 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 mighta went platinum but gas him up
I get his and his width and get his casket cut

I don't deal the snakes and fakes
But I with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
R now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma ghost
Blow up face, blow 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 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 hand when I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it ain't right, why I'm blowin' a L