Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
If I gettin' proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I spit in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all die, sooner or later, matter of time

My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause y'all was dicks in school
No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard

My dough too long, my flow too strong
y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I play fair
Keep some in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A where money is coming, eighty bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even felt the
I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

Who it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even snub
(Uh)
size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

And take casket naps, fuck that you never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no

in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate your

Like I know to raise your so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done fucked up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin' might get you
With what you ain't ready to
(Uhh)
All that's of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
Talkin' reckless behind back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them cats that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

They gon' extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' extra guns and extra blocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra jails and extra cops
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)