Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of Death

AHH!!

They tryin-they comin' for my po (uh)
They're tryin' to put on a nigga
Huh, short (uh-huh)
Got for them niggaz though (uh-huh)
Yo

1]
I'm the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it was all of, so stop the lies
blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't the greed
That's why now I gotta my vest, pop my 3
And die first, may god forgive
the nigga who lives, sometimes you handle your biz
To my niggaz I die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, your tellin' me bye
goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, or flowin'
I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha
I'm for the devil ''cause money's the root of evil
And 'Kiss be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
Until I N-Y with pediquo and diesle
Catch me with the top, off my
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, rocks ice
pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll to (that's right)
What difference do it make
listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, or die (uh)
Kiss money, let it drip 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 got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' not to drop (tell 'em)
you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
''cause you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death

2]
Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or
the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some niggaz the shells
no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's to keep it
Never was the one that to hound no bitch
All I do is try to keep niggaz around me
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I you lames
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the
was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was bats 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
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 money away
''cause you know they say, tommorrow ain't today
Either or strugglin', nuttin between
Or a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen
And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I (that's right)
And the outside nigga fuck up my flow (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, or die
Kiss hand-wash money, let it dry
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on toes
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the
Kiss got the label's niggaz not to drop
Everthing you get, you really expect
''cause you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
Uh