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 then pass they mama the
So always be able to burn my strip
'cause my bags be stuffed and I my tips
And it no tellin what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop s's cop one for mother too
And I'm way better than them dudes
But I'm stuck wit, I'm stuck wit
'cause I don't dick
Sat with the plays and I with the cultures
And always be in the hood 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 week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is in the muffler
And you could ask anybody if the is a hustler

[styles:] he's a
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[s:] he's a
[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 ryder nigga, or die nigga
[j:] by the way, did I tell you 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 like lou
And i'ma make they hit you wit both shotties
I think this summer's gon be the bodies
You never ask a in jail if he chillin
Just make sure you make all the sales in the
'cause now niggas think all right to tell
And you put out some garbage and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be and sheist
But that's only til you treat 'em like a and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you listen to
And if I run out of money then my is a bet
And the streets they wanted more kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a more dips

3]
Yo, it's dope money 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 the map and brought 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 rarely'll
Everybody got a and a alias name
We don't when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to til we home, we can front in new york
'cause of us is runnin from court
Smokin weed, thoughts
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 through your gold
on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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