Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

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Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and
That'll still crush the blow up and pass they mama the bill
So i'ma 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 go and cop s's cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better than them dudes
But I'm wit, what I'm stuck wit
'cause I don't suck
Sat with the plays and I stood the cultures
And i'ma always be in the hood like
is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two by each lung with no holsters
And I control all the fishscale in the
And still make your first sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the
And you could ask anybody if the kiss is a

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

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And I don't how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the m
I'm like lou
And i'ma make sure hit you wit both shotties
I this summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in 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 garbage and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be and sheist
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they
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 they wanted more
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 in the feds
So we across 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
got a license and a alias name
We don't smoke when we hustle and of us talk
Back to til we home, we can front in new york
'cause some of us is runnin court
weed, mumblin thoughts
Tryin to stay for shorts
We do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot your gold teeth
on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they money, then give it back, uh

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