Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a 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 other one along
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a unusual I conducting
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle
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 ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

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

man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint 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 like David
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it
lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change face or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In your upper level, valet a 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 making
Since I been in 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 meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because one's might blow yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
a match made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again
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