Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

You don't very many options
You can, get the program or you die
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T.O.S., Terminate On
You see the muh'fuckers who get it
T.O.S., night or
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya next
T.O.S., On Sight
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab,
Think I won't get busy? Well nigga, I
nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac

Leave your car door and your windows all out
I enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy got my eyes glassy, try to blast me
With the .38, them stray shells flew me

I'm on 'em, I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the B
Sold to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me

It's fuck 50, I stay in the
He love her, I fuck her, his baby's mama
She a freak, she me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama,

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya next
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, with the banger

Yeah, uh
Everythin was slow motion, but I I got the potion
Cause now they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four where I'm from, son

I don't need a gimmick, I'm the nigga in it
Get it upside-down or it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin the mall and

I get hot in the and right before I'm performin
I been on it a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
Don't be snorin, bein on point is
Cause a follow shortly after the white chalk and, yeah

Call me you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, me coke, call me uncut dope
See my gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time's for you niggaz, red line on your throat, terminated

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it
T.O.S., night or
Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the

Unit, who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Which gangsta it? What? Which rapper want it? What?
Which trapper want it? My house is

And I'm gone, the wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the
BM got a new friend, finally got a facelift

Yeah, I treat like cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life on
I kick game Pele and Beckham, c'mon

I got hands, and crackhead fingertips, oh yeah
From baggin up my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't this shit

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
It's Hammertime, got nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., Terminate On
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the