Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 stop fuckin' with me
I done you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I done 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 sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't two lips
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
is a un-usual musical I conductin'

You lookin' at the Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

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

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

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talkin' bout Feds
Nigga body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

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

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 like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thang
Y'all 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 like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, don't want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change face or the bullets change all that for you

Y'all niggaz is targets, garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in your level
Valet a couple strays from the 38 special,
God you

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

I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you with?
They call me Chris, I been makin' threats
Since I been in 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 meanin' no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?

Because one's four-five might yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll a Molotov cocktail
Through your momma's momma's
Nigga the, where everybody live

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