Luyện nghe bài hát My Name Is Kiss

Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass 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 vests, cop one for mother too
And I'm way better them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit 'cause I don't dick

Sat with the players and I with the coaches
And I'ma always be in the hood roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is
Two by each lung with no holsters

And I control all the fish scale in the
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

He's a
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
a gambler
I always hold it down, getting in 4, 5, 6 in trips

He's a
I make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my is Kiss?

And I don't understand how a broke nigga could
When a two liter'll dust you so get you a
Yes, I got ends, popping out the sunroof of the blue M
I'm like Lou

And I'ma make sure they hit you wit both
I this summer's gon' be the most bodies
You never ask a in jail if he chilling
Just sure you make all the sales in the building

'Cuz now niggas think it's all right to
And you put out some garbage and it might, could sell
A lotta niggas be petty and
But that's only you treat 'em like a video
And edit life

This is a threat, when I you, listen to death
And if I run out of money, my wrist is a bet
And the streets said wanted more Kiss
Up north pop me in and do a hundred more dips

a hustler
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a
I hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

He's a
I always make the and the F.B.I. got me on they list
why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
By the way, did I tell you my name is Kiss?

Yo, whether dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, brought in the Feds
So we moved the map and brought in the bread

Niggas for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a name

We don't when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back we home, we can front in New York
some of us is running from court
Smoking weed, thoughts
Trying to stay for shorts

We do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through gold teeth
Stand on any block, Cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they money, then give it back, uh

a hustler
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a
I always hold it down, getting in 4, 5, 6 in trips

a gangster
I always the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my is Kiss?

He's a
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a
I always hold it down, getting in 4, 5, 6 in trips

a gangster
I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on list
why
He's a Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I you that my name is Kiss?