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

If it ain't on your hip, 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, or later, matter of time

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

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small yell 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 kids some real fuckin' change I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, 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 house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em 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 the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

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 hood with all your in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

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

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

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

Raised in the wrong era, with no
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 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 when you it in the streets
(Uh)
bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done niggaz up
(Uh)

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

It happens fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless your back, them kiss 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 gon' need extra guns and blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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