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 the truth
If I get you and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to 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' it's
Think you religious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the
Fuck with the poor, so to the boots, stick to the truth

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

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

If you a rapper's better why don't you give me his name?
So I can run up on him, him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to
Five eight and quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all

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

(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 hand 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 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 the P carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, of hash
Hundreds of dro, my clothes a week in a row

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

Either that or get life and lift the in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, stashin' the
But jail ain't part of the
I weight 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 went but don't 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 with the comas and wakes, I don't mistakes
Double R now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma
Blow up your face, blow up the coke and blow up the

(Holiday)
I make 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 left when I'm loadin' 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 care if I sell, y'all know what I sell

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