Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss Of Death

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

I'm the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so the lies
Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you
The niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't the greed
That's why now I rock my vest, pop my 3
And die first, may god forgive
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle biz
To my when I die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, your tellin' me bye
What goes around comes around, am I comin' or
All I'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or
I cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil money's the root of evil
And 'Kiss won't be 'til my bezel look see-thru
Until I N-Y with pediquo and diesle
Catch me with the top, off my
Bust my gun it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that ice
pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', quite when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' squeakin'
And nevermind who the sign to (that's right)
What difference do it nigga?
Just listen to the 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)
push 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 niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you don't expect (naw)
'Cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you to the death

Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or
'Cause the that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the
no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you 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 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 then
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 papi know my name
Call me, Jay to the
And everything you got in 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 nigga like me, ya Queen
And the Kiss only do 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 (uh)
hand-wash money, let it drip 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 got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really expect (naw)
when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death