Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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

If it ain't on your hip, then you're 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 die, sooner or later, matter of time

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

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

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

My dough too long, nowadays my too strong
What y'all make in a year, I 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 buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' 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 some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

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

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use for help, we help the beats

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

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

Creep through the
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, 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 is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale my horror's no morals

in the wrong 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 food

Like I know to raise your dukes so your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
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 it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You hear 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 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 sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done niggaz 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 actin' might get you
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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