Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

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 dumb
is a un-usual musical 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 only me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to free me up, think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' Halle Berry
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 price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

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

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 Pack niggaz, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God 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 up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil it
Your boy got the goods, don't want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets change all 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 the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

Yeah I'm ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, nigga I makin' threats
Since I in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin' no one 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

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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