Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 times stop with me
I told you niggas
9 albums, stop with me
I done told you
The 9 on me, fucking with me
You niggas must got 9
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 one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and so they want to strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the death to y'all
You kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll ya, you starting to look like bread
I send boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

I make 'em 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 nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I trash bags with me
know 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, build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint 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 ain't a
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the
Front of all you in your car lift up your nigga run it
lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Troy you
your face or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me 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 heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's