Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
If I ain't proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your
I don't a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on hip, then you're lookin' to die
I tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze no slugs is left
(What)
You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool
And I cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my too strong
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the box, then get me the chair

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small yell when I rap, I'm talkin' to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe crazy quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even glocks
(Uh)
Nice size you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty
Me the Security? Protectin' my I let my shotty guard
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag ate your food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
what my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you that
Now don't act, cause actin' get you rollin'
what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight
Let cats spit that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

They need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)

They gon' need extra and extra blocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and glocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)