Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

Yeah, I done told you 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I told you niggaz 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 that knife in ya, take a little bit of life ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the one sing along

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 a trumpet you dumb shit
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 rilin' me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel 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' 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 hood'll want ya, you startin' to like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God 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 nuttin' of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all for you

Y'all niggaz is targets, y'all for bullets
Please make me park it in your upper level
a couple strays from the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm ya
Who you thank you dealin'
They call me Chris, I been makin' threats
Since I been in nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?

Because one's four-five might yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to 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 that I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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