Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It don't
It goin, and goin, and goin, and goin

[styles
You heard it the p, you oughta know 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 these bullets hit your 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 most of the laws
Fuck the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do it takes just to give it a slue
And a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the
When I ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his
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 give you the
I'm the in the flesh, I can't give you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your
I got my in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

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

paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
It's a million dollar bail, get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I in the past
You know the p carry the gun, in the mask
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of
Hundred's of dro, my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's what the for
And I won't blow 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 from the old timers, stashin the
But jail ain't part of the
I keep weight on the 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few
And 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his cut
I deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double r now bitch you oughta know i'ma
up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke