Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a pimp gets
right, that's the the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga I'll ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the like drug money nigga

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

Put knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, 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 Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For years, they had me peein' out of a cup

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

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle
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 head
The whole want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They build The Sands on you, lay out 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 David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
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 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 change all that for you

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

I make 'em wait for you 'til 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 dealin'
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, nigga you
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must 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 made in heaven I 'splay 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 especially Joe with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and 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 fuckin' me
R I P

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

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