Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

Yeah, I done told you 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop with me
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop with me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
This is a un-usual musical I

You lookin' at the Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For years, they had me peein' out of a cup

Now they to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna me naked, but
You never had me like Christina

But me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof, death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

I make 'em wait for you 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 gotta dump a out
This sin-surr, this sin-surr shit right here

man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was frontin', I Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it

lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't nuttin' of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you

Y'all is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Please make me park it in your upper level
Valet a couple from the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm ya
Who you thank you dealin'
They me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
Since I been in kindergarten
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin' no one try
No two, no three, no four, know

one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a match made in heaven 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, that's right

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a cocktail
your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, where everybody

Undercover nigga take your out your mouth nigga
Chew food up and put the shit back
In your nigga and help you swallow
Nigga I a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga, hold on, be nigga what?