Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

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You can, get the program or you die
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T.O.S., Terminate On
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
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I get hot in the mornin and right before I'm
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your nigga
Don't be snorin, on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white and, yeah

me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my rope
Time's over for you niggaz, red on your throat, terminated

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 you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next
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 want it? What? Which rapper want it? What?
Which trapper want it? My house is

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

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

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

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
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
Keep one in the chamber, with the banger