Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a pimp gets
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 inside the mattress drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times fuckin' with 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 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 it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To this like 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 rilin' me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

Now they 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 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 kill me, I live forever through these bars

I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout
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
Nigga fuckin' with me
R I P

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

Grown man I put on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out 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 wish I was frontin', I George the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood run it

Then lift up your hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change your face or the change all that for you

Y'all niggaz is targets, garages for bullets
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 on the side of your garment
stop 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
I been in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
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 made in heaven 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 a grin
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 side of garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

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

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