Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

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Yo, yo, I know wit honor and will
That'll still the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So always be able 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 mother too
And I'm way better than other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm wit
'cause I don't suck
Sat with the and I stood with the cultures
And i'ma be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, is ferocious
Two guns by lung with no holsters
And I control all the in the city
And still make your first week look pretty
I through, all you hear is chip 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 list, that's why
[s:] he's a ryder nigga, ryde or die nigga
[j:] by the way, did I tell you that my name is

2]
And I understand 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 of the blue m
I'm lou sims
And make sure they 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 think all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it could sell
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 you listen to death
And if I run out of then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said wanted more kiss
Up niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more dips

3]
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, the shit
Trey of mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops in the feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the
Niggas chill for a and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias
We don't when we hustle and none of us talk
to back 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 could do this the mob way and you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold
Stand on any block, play and craps
And niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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