Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the
So i'ma be able to burn my strip
my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it no tellin 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 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 with no holsters
And I control all the fishscale in the
And still your first week sales look pretty
I through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask if the kiss is a hustler

[styles:] a hustler
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[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:] a ruff ryder nigga, ryde or die nigga
[j:] by the way, did I tell you that my is kiss?

2]
And I don't understand how a broke nigga chill
When a two liter'll you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, out the sunroof of the blue m
I'm like lou
And i'ma make sure they hit you wit shotties
I think this gon be the most bodies
You never ask a in jail if he chillin
Just make sure you make all the in the building
now niggas think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could
Alotta be petty and sheist
But that's til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, I talk you listen to death
And if I run out of then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they more kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a more dips

3]
Yo, whether dope money or rap money, gamble 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 month and a half, no
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun
And you know how it go, 'cause it change
Everybody got a and a alias name
We don't smoke when we and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can front in new
'cause some of us is runnin from
Smokin weed, thoughts
Tryin to stay for shorts
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both
Or do it the way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then it back, uh

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