Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a gets threats
That's right, that's the the that's, threats them
And I'm about mine, I'm so sin-surr
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 niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' me
You niggaz must got 9 lives, 9th

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 along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I need two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
is a un-usual musical I conductin'

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

Now 'bout to free 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 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 forever through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They build The on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood 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
Change your or the bullets change all that for you

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

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm ya
Who you thank you dealin'
They me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
I been in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
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 might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a match made in heaven I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, right

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

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

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