Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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It don't
It goin, and goin, and goin, and goin

[styles
You heard it from the p, you oughta know the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and off a roof
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
you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday styles, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to it a slue
And missin a tooth, but 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 leave the room when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better niggas
You think not, look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his
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 and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I the gun home, i'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the
It don't make no sense for you to pray for life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

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

[styles
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a million bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact 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, the cards
But jail ain't of the plans
I keep on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy 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 the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double r now bitch you oughta know ghost
Blow up face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke