Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo once a gets threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's them
And I'm serious mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress drug money nigga

Yeah, I done you niggas
9 or 10 times stop with me
I told you niggas
9 albums, stop with me
I done you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking me
You must got 9 lives
9th

Put that knife in ya, take a bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one along
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I need two lips
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
is a unusual musical I conducting
You looking at the black Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look like
I them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, you heard what I said

I 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your
stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I trash bags with me
Never know when you dump a nigga out
This sincere, this sincere shit right here!

man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your nigga run it
Then lift up your whole like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all niggas is
garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
In your upper level, valet a strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you with?
They call me Chris, nigga I making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again
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