Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that knife in ya, a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one 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 this a trumpet you dumb shit
is a unusual musical I conducting
You looking at the black Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and rich so they want to me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof to y'all
You can't kill me, I forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

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

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

Grown man I put on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The on you
Lay out blueprint on you
We Rat niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
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 whole hood like you got oil it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Troy you
Change your face or the change all that for you
Y'all is targets
garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
In upper 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, I been making threats
I been 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 no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because four-five might blow yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match in heaven 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 Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again
That's