Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the the that's, that's threats
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 like drug money

Yeah, I done told you 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop with me
You niggaz 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 you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

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

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

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

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to
You can't 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 startin' to look bread
I them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I keep trash bags me
Never know you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit 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 niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box David Blaine
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 up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up 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 all that for you

niggaz is targets, y'all 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 five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your
Nigga stop with me
R I P

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm ya
Who you thank you with?
They me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
Since I been in kindergarten
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 four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I 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 will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's

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

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

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