Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, 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 one sing along

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

You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores 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' Halle 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 your
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look bread
I send boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, you heard what I said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?

Because one's four-five blow yo' high
You gotta go to church 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
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's

I 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your
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 the, where everybody live

nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew food 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, be nigga what?