Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
If I ain't proper respect
I don't if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then you're to die
I ain't to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

My niggaz crack, with a package of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this

Yo, aiyyo,
I say I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in
No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

My dough too long, nowadays my too strong
What make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear
I'm a true nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a that's crazy quick
A house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

Who want it with me? Who it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your in the glove box
Same niggas that-a rob you L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even snub
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda let this bastard rap
All I is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well
I don't I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't ready to
(Uhh)
All that's left of memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them cats spit weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

They gon' need guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and cops
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)

They gon' need extra guns and extra
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)