Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

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

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

2]
And I don't how a broke nigga could chill
a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue m
I'm like lou
And i'ma sure they hit you wit both shotties
I think this summer's gon be the bodies
You never ask a nigga in if he chillin
make sure you make all the sales in the building
'cause now think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it could sell
Alotta be petty and sheist
But only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I you listen to death
And if I run out of money then my is a bet
And the streets said wanted more kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more

3]
Yo, whether it's dope or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey of mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops in the feds
So we moved across the map and in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun
And you know how it go, 'cause it change
got a license and a alias name
We don't smoke we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can front in new
some of us is runnin from court
Smokin weed, thoughts
Tryin to stay humble for
We could do this the mob way and you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and
And break niggas for they pack money, then it back, uh

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