Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a gets threats
That's right, the the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' me
I done told you the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the one sing along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I need two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual I conductin'

You lookin' at the Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

Now they to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to
You kill me, I live forever through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

I 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the of your garment
Nigga stop with me
R I P

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I keep trash with me
Never know you gotta dump a nigga out
sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right here

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't nuttin' of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you

Y'all niggaz is targets, garages for bullets
don't make me park it in your upper level
Valet a strays from the 38 special, nigga
God you

I make 'em for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the of your garment
stop fuckin' with me
R I P

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you dealin'
They call me Chris, nigga I makin' threats
Since I been in nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know

Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, right

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the
Put your smarts on the side of garment
Nigga stop with me
R I P

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov
Through your momma's momma's
Nigga what the, where live

Undercover nigga take your teeth out your nigga
your food up and put the shit back
In your mouth nigga and help you
Nigga I take a mop handle off
And sweep nigga, hold on, be nigga what?