Luyện nghe bài hát D-x-l (hard White)

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

If it ain't on your hip, then you're to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga gonna 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, a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz they 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 butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' tryin' to cuff 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 play
Keep some shit in the stash box, get me the chair

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

I'm tryin' to my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or some cat to reach for the sky
I'm hunt 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 that's crazy quick
A nice house with rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

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

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

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

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

Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry '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
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets 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 hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't ever a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I shit 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 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 it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All that's of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

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