Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and
That'll still the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So i'ma be able to burn my strip
'cause my bags be stuffed and I my tips
And it ain't no tellin what the do
So when y'all go and cop s's cop one for mother too
And I'm way better them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm wit
'cause I suck dick
Sat with the plays and I stood the cultures
And always be in the hood like roaches
is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung no holsters
And I all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week sales pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the
And you could ask anybody if the is a hustler

[styles:] he's a
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
he's a gambler
[j:] I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in
[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 understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the m
I'm lou sims
And i'ma sure they hit you wit both shotties
I think this summer's gon be the bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he
Just make sure you make all the sales in the
'cause now niggas think it's all to tell
And you could put out some and it might could sell
Alotta be petty and sheist
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 then my 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
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no
Got the pictures of and all of the gun busters
And you how it go, 'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias
We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us
to back til we home, we can front in new york
'cause some of us is from court
weed, mumblin thoughts
Tryin to stay humble for
We could do this the mob way and you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through gold teeth
Stand on any block, play and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, give it back, uh

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