Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I told you niggas
9 or 10 times fucking with me
I done you niggas
9 albums, fucking with me
I done told you
The 9 on me, stop 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 from the 2 tecs and I don't two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a musical I conducting
You looking at the black Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and rich so want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof death to
You can't kill me, I live forever these bars
I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

That's right there nigga, I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags me
know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, some sincere shit right here!

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

Yeah I'm ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealing
call me Chris, nigga I been 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 might blow yo' high
You ain't 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
I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you
right