Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

You heard it from the P, you oughta it's the truth
If I get you kidnapped and and thrown off a roof
You could nod your to this like it's only a rap
'Cuz when bullets hit your ass, I'm like 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
Styles, bitch, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, 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 heard about the trouble, I start most of the
When I ain't no controllin' the wrist

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

If you think a better why don't 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 to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm than y'all

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

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' 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, that's why I'm 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 dollar bail, get it in cash
I sell like it's '88, I live in the past

You know the P carry the gun, in the mask
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 to the door
I'm Holiday Styles and that's what the for
And I probably won't blow for the that 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' jewels from the old timers, stashin' the
But jail ain't of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cuz I I get further with grams

In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few
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 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 and blow up the smoke

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

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through
(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