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 they keepin' it 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 the fishes

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

off the booth of his mama' building
Feel the building
y'all niggas don't 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 and a package of Herc
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac wit niggas take
Twenty a body, the will handle that

Paniro the most, you hearin' the

Holiday shit, it's robbery
Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, 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, boy, the option 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 man been runnin' since the shootin' begin
Y'all talk about cases of Crist
I about cases where niggas get life of the shit

And girl visit two years, mom come forever
But near one of your mans right wit his shit
But like corn I'ma flip, smokin' weed 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 motherfuckers that I got the streets in me
One felony, wit two cases beat, so be your business
When you come and wit me I got coke for sale
And I got dope for sale if you wanna cop work
You come and speak wit me

Paniro the most, you hearin' the

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

Mafia boss, the corpse

Pullin' the three, the four

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

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

If your man get bodied, one rule is
You body somethin' back live with the pain
Young guns of 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, the Shootin' Niggas Federation
Light a and get cloudy wit me
Go get gun and get rowdy wit me

It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could 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 believer in equality dog, what

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

Holiday shit, it's robbery
Nigga funny 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 could die tomorrow, baby boy, the is yours, c'mon

Paniro the most, you the Ghost

Holiday shit, it's shit
Nigga funny 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 option is yours,