Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a bit of life from ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
is a un-usual musical I conductin'

You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

But me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, to y'all
You can't kill me, I live through these bars

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

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

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint 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 David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the
Front of all you in your car lift up your nigga run it

Then lift up your whole 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 face or the bullets all that for you

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

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

Yeah I'm ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, I been makin' threats
I been in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?

Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a made in heaven when 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 especially Joe Pesci a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll a Molotov cocktail
Through momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, where everybody

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