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 serious mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like money nigga

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

Put that in ya, take 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 from the 2 tecs and I don't need two
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
is a unusual musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they want to me naked, but
You had me like 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 me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole want ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I keep trash with me
Never when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit 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 niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil it
boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change face or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all niggas is
Y'all garages for bullets, please make me park it
In upper level, valet a couple strays
From the 38 special, nigga, God you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, I'm threatening ya!
Who you you dealing with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been making
Since I been in nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because one's four-five blow yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven 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 with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you
right