Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss Of Death

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

I'm like the Dow of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so stop the
Mothafuckas'll your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same that you trust, let 'em watch 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 who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
To my niggaz when I die, keep 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 at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil money's the root of evil
And won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
I flood 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 a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', quite when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the sign to (that's right)
difference do it make nigga?
Just listen to the nigga (c'mon)

Jay to the mmwwaa, coke, ryde or die (uh)
hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, cowards on their toes (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 tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really expect (naw)
'Cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you to the death

Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the land heaven or hell?
the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then I got niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to you
It's a small world, so you better guard your
And it's to get money, but it's 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 consider you
Had to save my lunch money to get in the game
That was back when I used-ta a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just then
U know, beat a down, take his rope
Now we-a, a nigga down, take his coke
And you can me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price papi know my name
me, Jay to the mmwwaa
And you got in your livin room, I got in my car
for the bar
I try to put a little money
'Cause you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised
bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya
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, coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss hand-wash money, let it dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their (yeah)
Kiss push the drop, the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the mmwwaa got the on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' 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