Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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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 still 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 nigga that's 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
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 think a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm 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 y'all is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in
No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard

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

And it don't buck 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 in my eye?

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

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 town where is coming, eighty bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your waves and the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
use beats for help, we help 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)
Nice size you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
Jada responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
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 cold winter, hot slugs your snorkel
No parents, from my horror's no morals

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
To drag done ate your

Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know my name means when 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 bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit 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 sold a brick, I done 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 already that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the in your hand before you throw that
Now act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

It happens fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz
(Uh)
the rap shit to the street 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 Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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