Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life 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 from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only 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 goin' be,
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so want to strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

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

man I put hands on you
I dig a in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out plans 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 David
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods don't want nothing of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the change all that for you
Y'all is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please make me park it
In your upper level, valet a couple
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

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

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, know
Because one's four-five might blow yo'
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
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you
right