Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put knife in ya, take a little bit of life 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 sing

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

You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

Now they to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina

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

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

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

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a out
This sin-surr, this sin-surr shit right 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 audience watch, it a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I Bush 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 want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change face or the bullets change all that for you

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

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

I'm threatenin' ya, yeah 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
numchuks 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 match 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 with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again, that's right

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

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

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