Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a pimp threats
right, that's 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 the mattress like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop with me
I told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, take a bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? 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 it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you shit
This is a un-usual I conductin'

You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be,
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to
You can't kill me, I forever through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash with me
Never know when you dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, some sin-surr shit right here

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thang
wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your whole hood you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you

Y'all niggaz 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 you

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm ya
Who you thank you with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been threats
Since I been in kindergarten
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

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, know

Because four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Whattup? I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov
Through your momma's house
Nigga what the, where live

nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your up and put the shit back
In mouth nigga and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off
And nigga, hold on, I'll be nigga what?