Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that knife in ya, a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Buffett so all critics 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, you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-why
But me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

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

Grown man I put on you
I dig a in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it a thing
Y'all I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood run it
Then up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want 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 me park it
In upper level, valet a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm ya!
Who you thank you with?
They me Chris, nigga 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, meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because one's four-five blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to 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 word I'm
I'm so sincere?
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
That's