Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss Of Death

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

I'm the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuck as'll blow your out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a niggaz, money don't stop the greed
why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
And die first, may God forgive
The nigga who lives, you gotta handle your biz

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

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

I run with a few parolees, all thieves, rocks ice
pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God
Squeeze my joint, my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to right
What difference do it make
Just listen to the tape 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, the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to tell 'em

Everthing you get, you really expect naw
when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death

Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or
'Cuz the niggaz that made promises, of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you better guard your
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to it
Never was the one that like to hound no
All I do is try to keep niggaz me rich

Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you
Had to save my lunch just to get in the game
That was back when I used-ta a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats
U know, beat a down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi my name

me, Jay to the mmwwaa
And everything you got in your room, I got in my car
'Cept for the bar I try to put a little money
'Cuz you they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin
Or have a grimie nigga me, fuckin' ya Queen
And the Kiss 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
hand-wash money, let it drip dry
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their
push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the got the smash on the block
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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