Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, a little 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 it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
is a un-usual musical I conductin'

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

Now they 'bout to free me up, think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and rich so wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, 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 whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look bread
I them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint 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 David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your nigga run it

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

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

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

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

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

Because one's four-five might yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a made in heaven 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 Pesci with a
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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