Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of Death

Ahh!! they tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh) they're to put pressure on a nigga huh, short notice (uh-huh) got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh) yo

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I'm like the dow jones of rap, my is high
And it never was all of, so the lies
Mothafuckas'll your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't the greed
why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
And whoever die first, may God
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta your biz
To my niggaz when I die, keep the lye
And come to my high, when your tellin' me bye
goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
All I'm tryin' to do is you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
I cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil ''cause the root of evil
And 'kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look
Until I flood n-y with pediquo and
Catch me the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you hop, off my dick
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that ice blue pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the sign to (that's right)
What difference do it make nigga? just to the tape nigga (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss hand-wash money, let it dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on toes (yeah)
push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you don't expect (naw)
''cause you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death

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Yeah, yo, yo I know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
''cause the niggaz that made promises, most of them
If you hungry, I got some niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to you
It's a small world, so you better your secrets
And easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
was the one that like to hound no bitch
All I do is try to keep around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you
Had to my lunch money just to get in the game
That was back I used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was bats then
U know, beat a nigga down, his rope
Now we-a, heat a down, take his coke
And you can me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price papi know my name
Call me, jay to the mmwwaa and everything you got in your room,
I got in my car for the bar
I try to put a little money
''cause you know say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie nigga me, fuckin' ya queen
And the only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right)
And the outside nigga fuck up my flow (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry jay to the mmwwaa, cowards on their toes kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes jay to the mmwwaa g
E smash on the block kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to everthing you get, you really don't expect ''cause when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death uh