Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of Death

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

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

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

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