Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

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

[styles:] a hustler
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[s:] he's a
[j:] I always hold it down, gettin in 4, 5, 6 in trips
he'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 that my name is

2]
And I don't understand how a broke nigga could
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 they hit you wit both shotties
I think this summer's gon be the bodies
You ask a nigga in jail if he chillin
Just make you make all the sales in the building
'cause now niggas think it's all to tell
And you could put out garbage and it might could sell
Alotta be petty and sheist
But that's only til you '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 they wanted kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred dips

3]
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, gamble the
Trey pounds of mauseburgs, handle the
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the
So we across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, 'cause it rarely'll
Everybody got a license and a alias
We don't smoke when we hustle and of us talk
to back til we home, we can front in new york
'cause of us is runnin from court
Smokin weed, mumblin
Tryin to stay for shorts
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both
Or do it the hard way and shoot your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and
And break niggas for they money, then give it back, uh

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