Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It don't
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and

[styles
You heard it the p, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and and thrown off a roof
You could nod your to this like it's only a rap
'cause when bullets hit your ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday styles, bitch I broke of the laws
Fuck the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a
And a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze no controllin the wrist
And leave the room when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than
You think not, I'll look at your man and a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I the gun home, i'ma give you the sword
I'm the in the flesh, I can't give you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you pray for your wife

[chorus: jadakiss and
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I don't if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[j:]
[s:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the
holiday
[s:] I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a l

paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my
It's a dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, in the mask
niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, of hash
of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the dog
I'm styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact I'm hard
But I'm with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail ain't part of the
I weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his cut
I don't deal with the and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make
Double r now you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the