Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

I need a to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
you religious, heard he got shot in the cross
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, you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the
I squeeze ain't no controllin' the wrist

And leave the room when they hear the P flowin' with swiss
I'm an ignorant and negative
I sell crack, bust guns, pop and say, I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll at your man and level 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 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, give you the sword
I'm the in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
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 for goin' through 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 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 him my last
a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I crack like it's '88, I live in the past

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

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

Either that or get life and lift the in the yard
jewels from the old timers, stashin' the cards
But ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cuz I feel I get further with

In my last few bars, I run through like my last few cars
And 'em up
The boy went 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 don't make
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 for goin' through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know I sell

(Holiday)
I use my left hand I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it 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 what I sell

(Holiday)
I use my left hand when I'm the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it right, that's why I'm blowin' a L