Luyện nghe bài hát My Name Is Kiss

Yo, yo, I know wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass mama the bill
So I'ma always be to burn my strip
'Cause my bags be and I burn my tips

And it no telling what the snub'll do
So y'all go and cop vests, cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better than them dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit I don't suck dick

Sat with the and I stood with the coaches
And I'ma always be in the hood like
Flow is ferocious, is ferocious
Two guns by each lung no holsters

And I control all the fish in the city
And still make your first sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is in the muffler
And you ask anybody if the Kiss is a hustler

a hustler
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
a gambler
I always hold it down, bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

a gangster
I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they
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 how a broke nigga could chill
When a two dust you so get you a mil'
Yes, I got loose ends, popping out the of the blue M
I'm Lou Sims

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

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

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

a hustler
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a
I always hold it down, 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 nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is

Yo, it's dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
pounds of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops in the Feds
So we across the map and brought in the bread

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

We smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to 'til we home, we can front in New York
'Cuz some of us is from court
weed, mumbling thoughts
Trying to stay for shorts

We could do this the mob way and kiss you on cheeks
Or do it the way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play and craps
And niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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

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

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

a gangster
I make the paper 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?