Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

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

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

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

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

I'm on 'em, I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to 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 fuck her, 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 muh'fuckers who get it
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
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

Yeah, uh
Everythin was 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
one one, four three-fours where I'm from, son

I need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller that nigga playin ball and
everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and

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

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

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 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 is haunted

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

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

I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips, oh
From up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds stand 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 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