Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it ain't on hip, then you're lookin' to die
I tryin' 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, of time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creep the streets
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

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

Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets 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 fear it cause you
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't bust 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 down down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done 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 know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you that
Now act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

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

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

They gon' need guns and extra blocks
(They Ruff 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 Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)