Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 times fucking with me
I done you niggas
9 albums, stop with me
I told you niggas
The 9 on me, fucking with me
You niggas got 9 lives
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 sing
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To this like 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 care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
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, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof death to
You can't kill me, I live forever through these
I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look like
I send them boys at ya, I ain't bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags me
know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this sincere 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 Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George the button
of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all for you
niggas 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, I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealing
They me Chris, nigga I been making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't 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 blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a 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 word I'm
I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
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