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

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 stop fuckin' with me
I told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I told 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 life 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 one sing along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
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. Tuck-it
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 still feel
I'm young black and rich so they wanna me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to
You kill me, I live forever through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' Feds
them 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 stop fuckin' me
R I P

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

man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn 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
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil it
Your boy got the goods, y'all want nuttin' of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all 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 for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the of your garment
stop fuckin' with me
R I P

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

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 might yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a match in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
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 smarts on the side of garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

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

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