Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, a little bit of life 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 one sing along

Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't two lips
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a musical I conductin'

You lookin' at the black Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-y

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

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

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

That's right nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a out
This sin-surr, this some shit right here

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

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I Bush the button
of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it

Then up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
your face or the bullets change all that for you

Y'all niggaz is targets, garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in your upper
Valet a couple strays the 38 special, nigga
God you

I make 'em wait for you 'til in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the of your garment
Nigga stop with me
R I P

Yeah I'm ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you with?
They me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
I been in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

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

one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
a match made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's

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

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

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