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 them niggaz (uh-huh)
Yo

1]
I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is
And it was all of, so stop the lies
blow 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 whoever die first, may god
the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta your biz
To my niggaz I die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my high, when your tellin' me bye
What goes around around, am I comin' or goin'?
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, or flowin'
I might 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 happy 'til my 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 ice
Blue pacholies and
At the mob meetin', quite when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' squeakin'
And who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do it nigga?
Just to the tape nigga (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 their (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 tellin' not to drop (tell 'em)
you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
''cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the

2]
Yeah, Yo, Yo
I know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only one to kill you
It's a 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 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 to get in the game
was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was bats then
U know, a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, a nigga down, take his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye thangs
I get 'em half-price ''cause papi my name
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 money away
''cause you know they say, ain't promised today
bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie like me, fuckin' ya Queen
And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I (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 on their toes
push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the got the smash on the block
Kiss got the label's tellin' not to drop
Everthing you get, you really don't
''cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you to the death
Uh