Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

Yeah, I done told you 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' 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 must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, take a bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a musical I conductin'

You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you O'Reilly, you only rilin' 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 young black and rich so they strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

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

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

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They build The 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 David
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the
Front of all you in your car lift up hood 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, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you

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

I make 'em wait for you 'til in the mornin'
Put your on the side of your garment
Nigga stop 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 in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
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 ain't 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 ain't heard, got the word I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's

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

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

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