Luyện nghe bài hát Styles

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

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

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

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

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 of the Cadillac wit niggas that'll take
Twenty a body, the shottie will handle

Paniro the most, you hearin' the

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

Mafia boss, rockin' the

Pullin' the three, the four

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

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

And your girl two years, mom come 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 by the hips
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 beat, so be about your business
When you come and wit me I got coke for sale
And I got dope for sale if you cop some work
You come 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, the corpse

Pullin' the three, cockin' the

We're the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die
Or you die tomorrow, baby boy, the option 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 that's distributin' 'caine

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

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

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

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

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

Mafia boss, rockin' the

Pullin' the three, the four

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

Paniro the most, you hearin' the

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

Mafia boss, the corpse

Pullin' the three, the four

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