Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and
That'll crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So i'ma always be to burn my strip
my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it ain't no tellin the snub'll do
So y'all go and cop s's cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better than other dudes
But I'm wit, what I'm stuck wit
I don't suck dick
Sat with the plays and I with the cultures
And i'ma always be in the hood like
Flow is ferocious, dough is
Two guns by lung with no holsters
And I all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week sales 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
he's a gambler
[j:] I always hold it down, gettin in 4, 5, 6 in trips
[s:] he's a
[j:] I always make the paper and the fbi got me on they list, 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 don't understand how a broke nigga chill
When a two dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the m
I'm lou sims
And i'ma make sure hit you wit both shotties
I think this gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he
Just sure you make all the sales in the building
'cause now niggas it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and edit life
This is a threat, when I talk you to death
And if I run out of money then my is a bet
And the streets they wanted more kiss
Up niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more dips

3]
Yo, whether it's dope or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey of mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, brought in the feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the
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 and none 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 humble for
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold
Stand on any block, play and craps
And break niggas for pack money, then give it back, uh

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