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

Do anything it takes just to get to this
And missin' a tooth, but of 'em chipped, told you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the
I squeeze 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, bust guns, pop shit and say, I'm than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and a nigga

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

If I the gun home, I'ma 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 life
I got my niggas in the crib, you pray for your wife

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for 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 right, that's why I'm blowin' a L

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

You the P carry the gun, live 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, me right next to the door
I'm Holiday Styles and that's the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm
But I'm good with ten in the back of the car

Either that or get life and lift the rack in the
jewels from the old timers, stashin' the cards
But jail part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 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 but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his cut

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

(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, 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

(Holiday)
I make it to heaven for goin' through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, know what I sell

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