Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it ain't on your hip, then you're 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 gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

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

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to
(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 y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my flow too
y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't 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 true thug nigga, bring it straight to crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

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

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

Bet you never even felt the
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
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 glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for 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 name when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind that
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk what 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 niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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