Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I
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 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 at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
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 I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving like 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 these
I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I keep 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 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 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 your face or the bullets all that for you
Y'all niggas is
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In your upper level, a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealing
They call me Chris, nigga I making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to 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 especially Joe Pesci a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
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