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 I'll kill ya, I'll ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug nigga

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

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 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 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 so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
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, whatchu I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, to y'all
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 to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

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

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

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

I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George the button
of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it

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

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

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

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

Because one's four-five 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

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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