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 pass they mama the
So i'ma always be to burn my strip
'cause my bags be and I burn 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 don't dick
Sat the plays and I stood with the cultures
And i'ma be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is
Two guns by each lung with no
And I all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week look pretty
I come through, all you 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:] he's a
[j:] I hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
he's a gangster
[j:] I always make the paper and the fbi got me on they list, why
[s:] he's a ryder nigga, ryde or die nigga
by the way, did I tell you that my name is kiss?

2]
And I don't how a broke nigga could chill
When a two dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue m
I'm like lou
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 make sure you all the sales in the building
'cause now niggas think all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could
Alotta niggas be and sheist
But that's only til you 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I you listen to death
And if I run out of money then my is a bet
And the said they wanted more kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more

3]
Yo, whether it's money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey of mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the
So we across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a and a half, no ruckus
Got the of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, 'cause it rarely'll
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 from court
Smokin weed, thoughts
Tryin to stay humble for
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold
Stand on any block, cee-lo and craps
And break for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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