Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo a pimp gets threats
right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so
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 fucking me
I done told you
The 9 on me, fucking with me
You must got 9 lives
9th

Put that knife in ya, take a 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 one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck 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 to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving 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 on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look 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 your on the side of your garment
Nigga stop with me
R.I.P.

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

man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they The Sands on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you
I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all 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 y'all don't want of it
Like, Castor oil, I Troy you
Change face or the bullets change all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In your upper level, valet a couple
From the 38 special, nigga, God you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealing
They me Chris, nigga I been making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
Like nunchucks 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 go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match 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 especially Joe Pesci a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
That's