Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I know wit honor and will
That'll still crush the up and then pass they mama the bill
So i'ma be able to burn my strip
'cause my be stuffed and I burn 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 other dudes
But I'm wit, what I'm stuck wit
'cause I suck dick
Sat with the plays and I stood the cultures
And i'ma always be in the like roaches
is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung no holsters
And I control all the in the city
And still make your first week 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
he's a gambler
[j:] I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in
[s:] he's a
[j:] I always the paper and the fbi got me on they list, that's why
[s:] he's a ruff nigga, ryde or die nigga
by the way, did I tell you that my name is kiss?

2]
And I don't understand how a 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 like lou
And i'ma make sure they hit you wit shotties
I think summer's gon be the most bodies
You ask a nigga in jail if he chillin
make 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 a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you listen to
And if I run out of then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred dips

3]
Yo, whether it's money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of mauseburgs, handle the
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the
So we moved across the map and in the bread
Niggas for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you how it go, 'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a and a alias name
We don't smoke we hustle and none of us talk
to back til we home, we can front in new york
'cause some of us is runnin from
weed, mumblin thoughts
Tryin to stay for shorts
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on cheeks
Or do it the hard way and through your gold teeth
on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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