Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I told you niggas
9 or 10 stop fucking with me
I done 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 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 one sing along
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be,
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle
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 want ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

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

Grown man I put on you
I dig a hole in the desert, build The Sands on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up hood nigga run it
Then up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Troy you
your face or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all niggas is
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In upper level, valet a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

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

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks 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 match made in heaven I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the that I'm
I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
That's