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 care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, will

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

My niggaz crack, with a package of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set

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

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

My dough too long, nowadays my too strong
What make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew
yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?

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

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

Bet you even felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

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

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

Creep the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like
Make niggaz drowsy from the loss, got 'em noddin' off

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

Raised in the wrong era, with no
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 dukes so your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

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

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

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

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

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

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