Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it on your hip, then you're lookin' to die
I tryin' 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 sell 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 ya neck, I love my set

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

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to 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 leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die
rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four nigga
Bounty hunt your crew till my bullets go through, what?

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

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

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

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

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

And take casket naps, fuck that you never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel
No parents, from my horror's no morals

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

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
scorch niggaz for dinner 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 means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down kick shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't 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 too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

They gon' need extra and extra blocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra 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' extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)