Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I know wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they the bill
So i'ma always be to burn my strip
'cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my
And it ain't no tellin 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, I'm stuck wit
'cause I suck dick
Sat with the plays and I stood with the
And always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is
Two guns by each lung with no
And I control all the in the city
And still your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you 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
[s:] a gambler
[j:] I always it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
[s:] a gangster
[j:] I always the paper and the fbi got me on they list, that's why
[s:] he's a ryder nigga, ryde or die nigga
[j:] by the way, did I tell you my name is kiss?

2]
And I don't how a broke nigga could 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 lou sims
And i'ma make sure they hit you wit both
I this summer's 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 garbage and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and
But that's only til you 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you to death
And if I run out of money my wrist is a bet
And the streets said wanted more kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more

3]
Yo, whether dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of mauseburgs, handle the
Got too big for the city, cops in the feds
So we moved across the map and 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 change
Everybody got a license and a name
We don't smoke when we and none of us talk
Back to til we home, we can front in new york
'cause some of us is from court
Smokin weed, thoughts
Tryin to stay for shorts
We could do this the mob way and you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play and craps
And break for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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