Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

You don't very 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., 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 life
T.O.S., On Sight
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

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

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

I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, 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 in the drama
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., Terminate On
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 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
was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that overdosin all my doors 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 need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin and
Meanin know me when I'm walkin through the mall and

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

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

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 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

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, boys can't 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 game like Pele and Beckham,

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

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