Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

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

I a funeral 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 flip to the boots, stick to the

Do it takes 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 ain't no controllin' the wrist

And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin' swiss
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit and say, I'm better than
You think not, I'll look at 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 comes to the streets, I'm the to call
eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all

If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the
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 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)
'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 know the P carry the gun, in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the
I like Malibu and pineapple, fiftys of
Hundreds of dro, wear my clothes a in a row

Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the
I'm Holiday Styles and that's what the 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 the old timers, stashin' the cards
But ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 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
R now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke and blow up the

(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)
'Cuz I it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L

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