Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

I need a funeral to feel good, I'm it's 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 both of 'em chipped, you the script
You heard the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the

And leave the room when they hear the P flowin' with swiss
I'm an and negative 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 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 for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

(Holiday)
I gotta 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 hand when I'm loadin' the
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it right, that's 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 dollar bail, 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
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I Malibu and pineapple, fiftys of hash
of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row

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

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

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

I don't with the snakes 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 blow up the

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

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