Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I told you niggas
9 or 10 times fucking with me
I done you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking me
I done you niggas
The 9 on me, fucking with me
You niggas got 9 lives
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 sing
Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I need two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I care 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 free me up, what you think I'm be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof to y'all
You kill me, I live 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 them boys at ya, I ain't 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 there nigga, nigga I'm wild
I keep trash bags with me
Never know 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 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 Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your hood like you got oil under it
boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all for bullets, please don't make me park it
In your upper level, a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm 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

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
a match made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
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