Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? 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 you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I

You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
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 I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me the Westside, drivin' like 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 through bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talkin' bout Feds
Nigga body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a 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 shot ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the watch, it ain't 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 whole hood you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor you
your face or the bullets change all that for you

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

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

I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' 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, you dies
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 blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the that I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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