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 kill ya, chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug nigga

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 times fucking with me
I told you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking me
I told 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? Shall I
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 from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you shit
This is a musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only 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 feel
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, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever 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 them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a out
This sincere, this sincere 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 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 a thing
wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood 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
Change your face or the bullets all that for you
Y'all niggas is
Y'all garages for bullets, don't make me park it
In your upper level, valet a couple
From the 38 special, nigga, God 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 in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?
one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
a match made in heaven when I 'splay 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
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