Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I know wit honor and will
still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So always be able 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 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
is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by lung with no holsters
And I control all the fishscale in the
And still make your first sales look pretty
I through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask if the kiss is a hustler

[styles:] he's a
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[s:] a gambler
[j:] I always it down, gettin bankroll 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 nigga could chill
a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, out the sunroof of the blue m
I'm lou sims
And i'ma make sure they hit you wit both
I think this summer's gon be the bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he
Just make sure you all the sales in the building
'cause now niggas think it's all to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could
Alotta niggas be petty and
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and they life
This is a threat, I talk you listen to death
And if I run out of money my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they more kiss
Up north pop me in, and do a hundred more dips

3]
Yo, whether it's money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of mauseburgs, the shit
Got too big for the city, brought in the feds
So we moved across the map and in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no
Got the pictures of and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, 'cause it change
Everybody got a and a alias name
We don't smoke we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can in new york
'cause some of us is runnin from
weed, mumblin 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 teeth
on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they money, then give it back, uh

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