Luyện nghe bài hát My Name Is Kiss

Yo, yo, I know niggas wit and will
That'll still crush the up and then pass they mama the bill
So always be able to burn my strip
'Cause my bags be and I burn my tips

And it no telling what the snub'll do
So when go and cop vests, cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better them other dudes
But I'm wit, what I'm stuck wit 'cause I don't suck dick

Sat the players and I stood with the coaches
And I'ma be in the hood like roaches
is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each with no holsters

And I control all the fish scale in the
And still your first week sales look pretty
I through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you ask anybody if the Kiss is a hustler

a hustler
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a
I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in

a gangster
I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on list
why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
By the way, did I tell you my name is Kiss?

And I don't understand how a broke could chill
When a two liter'll you so get you a mil'
Yes, I got ends, popping out the sunroof of the blue M
I'm like Lou

And I'ma make sure they hit you wit shorties
I think this gon' be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in if he chilling
make sure you make all the sales in the building

'Cuz now niggas it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might, sell
A niggas be petty and shiest
But that's only 'til you treat 'em a video
And they life

This is a threat, I talk you, listen to death
And if I run out of money, then my is a bet
And the streets they wanted more Kiss
Up north niggas pop me in and do a more dips

a hustler
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
a gambler
I hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

a gangster
I always make the and the F.B.I. got me on they list
why
He's a Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you my name is Kiss?

Yo, whether dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the
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 how it go 'cuz it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias

We don't smoke we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back we home, we can front in New York
'Cuz of us is running from court
Smoking weed, thoughts
Trying to stay humble for

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 Cee-lo and
And break niggas for they pack money, give it back, uh

a hustler
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a
I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in

a gangster
I make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
By the way, did I tell you that my is Kiss?

He's a
I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
a gambler
I hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

a gangster
I always the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
why
He's a Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my is Kiss?