Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss Of Death

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

I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my is high
And it never was all of, so stop the
Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money 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 I die, keep inhalin' 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 you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha
I'm lookin for the devil 'cause money's the of evil
And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my look see-thru
I flood N-Y with pediquo 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 a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' squeakin'
And who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
difference do it make nigga?
Just listen to the nigga (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 tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't (naw)
'Cause you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death

Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the promise 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, take one to kill you
a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to it
Never was the one that like to no bitch
All I do is try to niggaz around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I you lames
Had to my lunch money just to get in the game
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, take his
Now we-a, heat a down, take his coke
And you can me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cause papi know my
Call me, Jay to the
And you got in your livin room, I got in my car
for the bar
I try to put a little away
'Cause you know they say, tommorrow ain't today
bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie like me, fuckin' ya Queen
And the only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right)
And the outside nigga fuck up my flow (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep on their toes (yeah)
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the (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 don't expect (naw)
'Cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the