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 mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the like drug money nigga

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

Put that in ya, take 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 other one sing

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

You lookin' at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be,
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and rich so they strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

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

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

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

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

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

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George 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, y'all garages for
Please don't make me park it in your upper
Valet a couple from the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been threats
I been in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

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

Because one's four-five 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

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

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

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

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