Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of Death

AHH!!

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

1]
I'm like the Dow of rap, my stocks is high
And it was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuckas'll blow your out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the
That's why now I 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 come to my wake high, your tellin' me bye
What goes around 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 ''cause money's the root of evil
And 'Kiss won't be 'til my bezel look see-thru
Until I flood N-Y pediquo and diesle
Catch me the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still so you could hop, off my dick
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that ice
pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' squeakin'
And who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do it make
Just listen to the tape (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, or die (uh)
Kiss money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep on their toes (yeah)
Kiss the drop, rock 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 to the death

2]
Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the land heaven or hell?
the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
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 it's to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Never was the one like to hound no bitch
All I do is try to keep around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I you lames
Had to my lunch money just to get in the game
That was back when I have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats
U know, beat a nigga down, his rope
Now we-a, heat a down, take his coke
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 do shit with niggaz I know (that's right)
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my (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
push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to
Everthing you get, you really expect
''cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you to the death
Uh