Luyện nghe bài hát D-X-L (Hard White)

P]
Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the or shot in the neck
if I ain't proper respect
I care if you rap, I still spit 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 tryin to be the nigga 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, a package of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the P squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what)
You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in
No pussy gettin tryin to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a
Check my car, I care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the 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 crew
yell 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 leave my kids some 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
hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
All I is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house five rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
Bet you never even the heat
til I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets
use beats for help; we help the beats
Who want it with me? Who want it Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X. (uh)
All types of burners, snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could in your sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car (uh)
It's Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin heart (uh)
Uh

Creep through the
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em off
And casket naps, fuck that
You shoulda let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your
No parents, tale my horror's no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you It's no problem, no lyin
Drag's fire; so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate food
Like I know to raise your dukes so your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't I let the streets tell
now you see he fell

[DMX] {*overlapping last
Uh, uh, now you
what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You wanna hear it? I make it (WHAT?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind son? (I don't know)
A lot of easy
I shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (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 talkin too much I done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know (uh-huh)
Well think about it the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now act, cause actin might get you rollin
what you ain't ready to handle (UHH)
All that's left of your memory, is a (WOO!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
Talkin behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight
Let them spit that weak shit (What!)
I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA!

(Sheek)
They need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need 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)

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