Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and

[styles
You heard it from the p, you oughta it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a
You could nod your head to this like it's a rap
'cause when these bullets hit ass I'm like it's only a gat
I a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday styles, bitch I broke of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the
Do it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the the p blowin his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm than y'all
If I left the gun home, i'ma you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I give you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, y'all what I sell
[j:]
[s:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the
[j:]
[s:] I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a l

paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
a million dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like '88, I live in the past
You the p carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas me the money and gimme the stash
I malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's what the for
And I probably won't for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car
that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with
In my few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his cut
I don't deal with the snakes and
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I make mistakes
Double r now bitch you oughta i'ma ghost
Blow up face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke