Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats
And I'm about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money

Yeah, I told you niggas
9 or 10 times stop fucking me
I told you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking me
I done told you
The 9 on me, stop fucking me
You niggas got 9 lives
9th

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-why
But catch me the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look bread
I send them boys at ya, I talking bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

I make 'em wait for you five in the mornin
Put your on the side of your garment
Nigga stop with me
R.I.P.

That's right there nigga, I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash with me
Never when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this sincere shit right here!

Grown man I put on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint on you
We Rat niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the
Front of all you in your car lift up your nigga run it
lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Troy you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all niggas is
garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
In your level, valet a couple strays
From the 38 special, nigga, God you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm ya!
Who you you dealing with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word I'm
I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's