Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I told you niggas
9 or 10 stop fucking with me
I done you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking me
I done you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking me
You must got 9 lives
9th

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from 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 one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two
To blow this like a trumpet you shit
is a unusual 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 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 and rich 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
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

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

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

Grown man I put on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint 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 Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George the button
Front of all you in your car lift up hood nigga run it
Then up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all for bullets, please don't make me park it
In your level, valet a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

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

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because one's four-five might yo' high
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
you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
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