Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

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

Do it takes just to get to this loot
And a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, told you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the

And niggas leave the 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 niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a

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 give you his
When it comes to the streets, I'm the to call
Five and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all

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

(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 know it ain't right, that's why I'm a L

Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit' a
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the

You know the P carry the gun, in the mask
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fiftys of
of dro, wear 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 won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car

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

In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my few cars
And 'em up
The boy mighta went platinum but gas him up
I get his length and his and get his casket cut

I don't deal with the and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make
R now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke and up the smoke

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

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' hell
(Holiday)
And I care if I sell, y'all know what I sell

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