Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it on your hip, then you're lookin' 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, or later, matter of time

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

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(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 Hop in front of this toast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All types of burners, even glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you carry in your sweats
(Uh)
your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for your heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this rap
All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust 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 think you know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin' might get you
With what you ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

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

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

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