Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo once a pimp gets
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 stop fucking with me
I done told you
9 albums, fucking with me
I done told you
The 9 on me, fucking with me
You niggas must got 9
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 sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one along
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow like a trumpet you dumb shit
is a unusual musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
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 young black and so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the death to y'all
You can't me, I live forever through these bars
I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The hood'll want ya, you starting to look like bread
I send boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

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

man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The 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 audience watch, it ain't a
wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't 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 you dealing with?
They me Chris, nigga I been making threats
Since I been in nigga!
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
one's four-five might blow yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again
That's