Luyện nghe bài hát Styles

Yeah, Holiday,
I don't want y'all to me to niggas no more
they got a case pending
Unless they poke up
Unless they it real gutter, y'know

SP, I'm the closest to poison it is
You think you hot, I'ma boil kid
You think you cool, I'ma throw you in the
Wit some cement shoes you could sleep with the

actin' funny, so, I gotta keep it movin'
I don't speak to the bitches we could handle like gangsta's
Dog, I'll kidnap your man and send you to the banker
That money get off, so do he

off the booth of his mama' building
Feel the building
Told y'all niggas don't wit P
I said,m fuck rap and a

I get down like the bishops it the way you at the hearse
I get it crunk wit a and a package of Herc
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac wit niggas take
Twenty a body, the shottie will handle

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

Holiday shit, robbery shit
Nigga talkin' then body the kid, let's go

Mafia boss, the corpse

Pullin' the three, the four

We're closin' the windows and lockin' the
You die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the is yours, c'mon

I smoke weed the future is grim
I'm knockin' ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz
My lil' man been runnin' since the begin
Y'all niggas about cases of Crist
I talk about cases niggas get life of the shit

And girl visit two years, mom come forever
But one of your mans aint right wit his shit
But like I'ma flip, smokin' weed influenced by the fix
And old timers with the too by the hips
So and creep wit me, and I ain't lyin'

When I tell these motherfuckers that I got the in me
One felony, wit two cases beat, so be about your
When you and beef wit me I got coke for sale
And I got dope for sale if you wanna cop some
You oughta and speak wit me

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

Holiday shit, it's shit
Nigga talkin' funny body the kid, let's go

Mafia boss, rockin' the

Pullin' the three, the four

We're closin' the windows and the doors
You die today
Or you could die tomorrow, boy, the option is yours, c'mon

Y'all niggas know my name, but you don't my style
make it all ironic is the shit is the same
Keep a Milli in the coat, on the chronic
In the hood wit my niggas that's 'caine

If your man get bodied, one rule is
You body somethin' back live with the pain
guns of this shit, so when I get hit
I'ma yell, and Kiss, let's finish the game

I got and dedication
I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin' Federation
a blunt and get cloudy wit me
Go get your gun and get wit me

It's a Holiday dog, big, you could swallow the four
Don't you ask me what I'm you for, what
'Cuz you was big money and I'm a little broke
And I'm a firm believer in equality dog,

Paniro the most, you hearin' the

Holiday shit, it's shit
talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go

Mafia boss, the corpse

Pullin' the three, cockin' the

We're closin' the windows and lockin' the
You could die
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours,

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

Holiday shit, it's robbery
Nigga talkin' funny body the kid, let's go

Mafia boss, rockin' the

Pullin' the three, cockin' the

We're closin' the windows and the doors
You die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the is yours, c'mon