Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 stop fuckin' with me
I told you niggaz 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 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 sing

Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
is a un-usual musical I conductin'

You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I care 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 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and rich so wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

But me down the Westside, drivin' like 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 bars

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

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

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

man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap 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 lift up your hood run it

lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want 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
Valet a couple strays from the 38 special,
God you

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

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

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

Because one's four-five blow yo' high
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 ain't heard, got the word I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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