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

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

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

I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, ask me
I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh'fuckers 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 her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she me the na-na
nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama, yeah

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

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

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

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

me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my rope
over 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
It's Hammertime, got nine, I got mine

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, 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 want it? My house is haunted

And I'm gone, the Feds bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the
BM got a new friend, they got a facelift

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

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

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it
T.O.S., or daylight
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., Terminate On
Keep one in the chamber, walk the banger