Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo a pimp gets threats
right, that's the the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious 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 told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done told you 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, fuckin' with me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, a little bit of life from 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 a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual I conductin'

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

Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and so they wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like 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 can't kill me, I live forever through these

I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to like bread
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 on the side of your garment
stop fuckin' with me
R I P

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They The Sands 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 ain't a
Y'all I was frontin', I George Bush the button
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, don't want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor you
Change your 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 upper level
Valet a couple strays from the 38 special,
God you

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

I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you with?
They me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
I been 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 blow yo'
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

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll a Molotov cocktail
Through momma's momma's house
what the, where 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
I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga, on, I'll be nigga what?