Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put knife in ya, take a little bit of life from 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 one sing along
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't two lips
To blow like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they want to me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to like 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 smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga fuckin with me
R.I.P.

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

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

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

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I 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 will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you
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