Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass mama the bill
So i'ma be able to burn my strip
'cause my bags be stuffed and I my tips
And it ain't no tellin the snub'll do
So when go and cop s's cop one for your mother too
And I'm way than them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm wit
I don't suck dick
Sat with the and I stood with the cultures
And i'ma be in the hood like roaches
is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung no holsters
And I control all the in the city
And make your first week sales look pretty
I through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask if the kiss is a hustler

[styles:] he's a
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[s:] a gambler
[j:] I always it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
[s:] a gangster
[j:] I always the paper and the fbi got me on they list, that's why
[s:] he's a ruff nigga, ryde or die nigga
[j:] by the way, did I you that my name is kiss?

2]
And I understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, out the sunroof of the blue m
I'm lou sims
And i'ma make sure they hit you wit both
I think summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a in jail if he chillin
Just make sure you make all the in the building
'cause now niggas think all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it could sell
niggas be petty and sheist
But that's til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you to death
And if I run out of then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a more dips

3]
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, the shit
Trey pounds of mauseburgs, handle the
Got too big for the city, cops in the feds
So we moved across the map and in the bread
Niggas chill for a and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of and all of the gun busters
And you how it go, 'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias
We smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to til we home, we can front in new york
'cause some of us is runnin court
Smokin weed, thoughts
Tryin to humble for shorts
We could do the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold
Stand on any block, cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for pack money, then give it back, uh

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