Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of Death

AHH!!

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

1]
I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is
And it never was all of, so stop the
Mothafuckas'll your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em your seed
You got a niggaz, money don't stop 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 when I die, keep the lye
And come to my wake high, when your me bye
What goes comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or
I might cock-back the gauge, and start at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil ''cause the root of evil
And 'Kiss won't be happy my bezel look see-thru
Until I flood N-Y 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, that ice
Blue pacholies and
At the mob meetin', keep when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm
And nevermind who the lox'll to (that's right)
difference do it make nigga?
Just listen to the tape (c'mon)

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

2]
Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the promise land or hell?
''cause the niggaz that made promises, most of them
If you hungry, then I got niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to you
a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but hard to keep it
Never was the one that like to hound no
All I do is try to keep around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the
That was back when I used-ta have a 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 wanna bye them
I get 'em half-price papi 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 little money
''cause you know say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', between
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya
And the only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right)
And the nigga can't 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 their
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the
Jay to the got the smash on the block
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to
Everthing you get, you really expect
when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
Uh