Luyện nghe bài hát Styles

Yeah, Holiday,
I want y'all to compare me to niggas no more
they got a case pending
Unless poke somethin' up
Unless keepin' it real gutter, y'know

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

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

Right off the booth of his building
Feel the building
Told y'all niggas fuck 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 blunt and a package of
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac wit that'll take
Twenty a body, the shottie will that

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

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

Mafia boss, the corpse

Pullin' the three, cockin' the

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

I smoke weed the future is grim
I'm knockin' this ash off the dutch on the roof of your
My lil' man runnin' since the shootin' begin
niggas talk about cases of Crist
I talk about cases where niggas get of the shit

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

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

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

Holiday shit, it's robbery
Nigga talkin' then 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

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

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

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

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

Paniro the most, you hearin' the

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

Mafia boss, the corpse

Pullin' the three, cockin' the

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

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

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

Mafia boss, rockin' the

Pullin' the three, cockin' the

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