Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and
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 and I burn my tips
And it no tellin what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop s's cop one for your too
And I'm way than them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm wit
'cause I suck dick
Sat with the and I stood with the cultures
And i'ma always be in the like roaches
is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by lung with no holsters
And I all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week sales look
I come through, all you is chip in the muffler
And you could ask if the kiss is a hustler

[styles:] he's a
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[s:] he's a
I always hold 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 ryder nigga, ryde or die
by the way, did I tell you that my name is kiss?

2]
And I don't understand how a broke nigga could
When a two dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, out the sunroof of the blue m
I'm like lou
And i'ma make sure they hit you wit both
I think this summer's gon be the bodies
You ask a nigga in jail if he chillin
Just sure you make all the sales in the building
'cause now niggas think it's all to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could
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 wanted more kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a more dips

3]
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, gamble the
Trey of mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the
So we moved the map and brought in the bread
chill for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun
And you know how it go, 'cause it rarely'll
Everybody got a license and a name
We smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can in new york
'cause some of us is runnin from
Smokin weed, mumblin
Tryin to stay humble for
We do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and
And niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh

2x]