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

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

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

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

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

T.O.S., Terminate On
You see the who get it right
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, walk with the

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

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

I get hot in the and right before I'm performin
I on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's 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 but you can't call me broke
me crack, call 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., 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 you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, with the banger

Unit, who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Which gangsta 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 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
keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham,

I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips, oh
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta
Every day is Christ', I live like 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 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