Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the the that's, threats them
And I'm about mine, I'm so sin-surr
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 stop fuckin' with me
I done you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You niggaz got 9 lives, 9th wonder

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

You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
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, think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they strip me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-y

But me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof, death to y'all
You kill me, I live forever through these bars

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

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap 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
wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your nigga run it

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

Y'all niggaz is targets, garages for bullets
Please make me park it in your upper level
a couple strays from the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

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

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know

Because one's might blow yo' high
You ain't 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 Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's

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

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

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