Luyện nghe bài hát My Name is Kiss

1]
Yo, yo, I niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the up and then pass they mama the bill
So i'ma always be able to burn my
'cause my bags be stuffed and I my tips
And it ain't no what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop s's cop one for mother too
And I'm way better than them dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm wit
'cause I don't suck
Sat the plays and I stood with the cultures
And always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is
Two guns by each with no holsters
And I all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week sales look
I come through, all you hear is in the muffler
And you ask anybody if the kiss is a hustler

[styles:] a hustler
[jadakiss:] I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[s:] a gambler
[j:] I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in
[s:] a gangster
[j:] I always the paper and the fbi got me on they list, that's why
he's a ruff ryder nigga, ryde or die nigga
[j:] by the way, did I you that my name is kiss?

2]
And I don't understand how a nigga could chill
When a two liter'll you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the m
I'm lou sims
And i'ma sure they hit you wit both shotties
I think summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in if he chillin
Just make you make all the sales in the building
now niggas think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it could sell
Alotta niggas be and sheist
But only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you to death
And if I run out of money my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted kiss
Up north pop me in, and do a hundred more dips

3]
Yo, whether it's money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of mauseburgs, handle the
Got too big for the city, cops in the feds
So we moved the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun
And you know how it go, it rarely'll change
Everybody got a and a alias name
We smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
to back til we home, we can front in new york
'cause some of us is runnin from
Smokin weed, thoughts
Tryin to humble for shorts
We could do the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through gold teeth
Stand on any block, play and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then it back, uh

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