Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss Of Death

They tryin-they comin' for my po
tryin' to put pressure on a nigga
Huh, short
Got sumpin' for them niggaz yo

I'm the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so the lies
Mothafuck as'll blow brains out, and watch you bleed
The same that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a niggaz, money don't stop the greed
That's why now I rock my vest, pop my 3
And whoever die first, may God
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta your biz

To my niggaz when I die, keep the lye
And come to my wake high, when your me bye
What goes around comes around, am I or goin'?
All I'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, or flowin'
I might cock back the gauge, and start at 'cha people

I'm lookin' for the devil 'cuz money's the root of
And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my Bezel see-thru
Until I flood N Y with and diesle
me with the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while still tucked so you could hop, off my dick

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' squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll to that's right
What difference do it make
Just to the tape nigga c'mon

Jay to the mmwwaa, coke, ryde or die
Kiss money, let it drip dry
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on toes
push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the got the smash on the block
got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop tell 'em

Everthing you get, you really don't naw
when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death

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 niggaz servin' the
With no sauce, and silver, only take one to kill you
a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Never was the one that like to hound no
All I do is try to niggaz around me rich

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 just bats
U know, beat a nigga down, his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye thangs
I get 'em 'cuz papi know my name

Call me, Jay to the
And everything you got in livin room, I got in my car
'Cept 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 I know 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 dry
Jay to the mmwwaa, cowards on their toes
push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the
Kiss got the tellin' niggaz not to drop
Everthing you get, you really expect
'Cuz you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
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