Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

You don't have many options
You can, get with the or you die
The

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

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

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

I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, ask me
Understand I'm fin' to yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood stand me

It's fuck 50, I in the drama
He her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she give me the
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 nine, I got mine

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

Yeah, uh
Everythin was slow motion, but I think I got the
Cause now that they all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me I'll 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 promise you a
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin 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 since a young'n, I'm and here's your warnin nigga
be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly the white chalk and, yeah

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

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., On Sight
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

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

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

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

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

T.O.S., Terminate On
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 life
T.O.S., On Sight
one in the chamber, walk with the banger