Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss Of Death

They tryin-they for my head po (uh)
They're tryin' to put pressure on a
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 was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuckas'll your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your
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 who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
To my niggaz I die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my high, when your tellin' me bye
What goes comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
All I'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, 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 bezel see-thru
Until I flood N-Y pediquo and diesle
me with the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still so you could hop, off my dick
I run a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
Blue pacholies and
At the mob meetin', keep quite the God speakin'
my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll to (that's right)
What difference do it make
listen to the tape 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 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 tellin' niggaz 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

Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the land heaven or hell?
'Cause the niggaz that made promises, of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the
With no sauce, and 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 hound no
All I do is try to keep niggaz around me
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 bats then
U know, a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a down, take his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye them
I get 'em half-price 'cause know my name
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, ain't promised today
bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen
And the Kiss only do shit with I know (that's right)
And the nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, or die (uh)
Kiss money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, cowards on their toes (yeah)
Kiss push the drop, the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the mmwwaa got the on the block (uh-huh)
got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really expect (naw)
when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death