Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 times stop fucking me
I told you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking 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 bit of life from ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I
You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be,
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these
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 at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

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

That's right there 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 plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the change all that for you
Y'all is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please make me park it
In your upper level, valet a 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, I been making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

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
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's