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 if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will

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, sooner or later, of time

My sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
new nine, and an eight 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 gonna squeeze till no slugs is
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

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

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

And it don't shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to crew
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 some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's quick
A nice house with rooms, maybe six
A town 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 to your waves and melt the grease
help niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

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

All types of burners, snub glocks
(Uh)
size 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 body? I let my guard
Put chill in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs 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 done ate your

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

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you hear it in the
(Uh)
bitches 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 behind 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 never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done fucked up
(Uh)

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

It happens 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 shit
Let them cats spit that weak
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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