Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it ain't on your hip, then you're to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's 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 sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a 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 gettin' tryin' to cuff the God
Play out in the yard, but that shit too hard

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

And it don't buck 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 basically to you
You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm hunt down nigga, with the four 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 that's crazy
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bust shit down got down down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't sold 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 you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
With you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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