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' respect
I don't care if you rap, I still in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I ain't 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, or later, matter of time

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

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

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's 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 felt the heat
Till I put the M1 to your waves and melt the grease
Streets niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

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

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

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

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

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

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner 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 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)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust 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 sold a brick, I done niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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