Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck
If I gettin' proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never

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

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

Niggaz they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm 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 what y'all think is
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz tryin' to the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

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

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

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

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

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

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 all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All of burners, even snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

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

And take casket naps, fuck that you never let this bastard rap
All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale my horror's no morals

Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate food

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't to talk 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 talkin' too shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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