Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a gets threats
That's right, that's the the that's, that's 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 drug money nigga

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one along

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

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

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

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' 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 on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

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

Grown man I put on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra 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 Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it

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

Y'all niggaz is targets, garages for bullets
Please don't me park it in your upper level
a couple strays 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

Yeah I'm ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you with?
call me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
Since I in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
numchuks held 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 might yo' high
You ain't gotta go to 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 with a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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