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 the bill
So i'ma always be to burn my strip
'cause my bags be stuffed and I my tips
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 than them 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 always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no
And I control all the fishscale in the
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:] a hustler
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
he's a gambler
[j:] I always hold it down, bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
[s:] a gangster
[j:] I always make the paper and the fbi got me on they list, why
he's a ruff 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 ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue m
I'm like lou
And i'ma make sure hit you wit both shotties
I this summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he
make sure you make all the sales in the building
'cause now niggas think all right to tell
And you could put out some and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they
is a threat, when I talk you listen to death
And if I run out of money my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a more dips

3]
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, the shit
pounds of mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the
So we moved across the map and brought in the
chill for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of 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 when we hustle and of us talk
to back til we home, we can front in new york
'cause some of us is runnin court
Smokin weed, mumblin
to stay humble for shorts
We do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and
And break for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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