Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

You don't have many options
You can, get with the or you die
The

T.O.S., Terminate On
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., night or
Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk the banger

I'm on SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I get busy? Well nigga, I will
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the and the chalk out
When I the strap out, I might go the mac route

Leave your car door and windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, me?
The Hennessy got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to me
With the .38, them stray shells past me

I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, ask me
Understand I'm fin' to yo' ass on the stand B
three to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood stand me

It's fuck 50, I stay in the
He love her, I fuck her, she's his mama
She a freak, she me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I'll him the llama, yeah

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it
T.O.S., or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got

T.O.S., I you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next
T.O.S., Terminate On
Keep one in the chamber, with the banger

Yeah, uh
Everythin was slow motion, but I think I got the
now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play me I'll smoke him
one one, four three-fours where I'm from, son

I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest in it
Get it upside-down or it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga ball and
Meanin know me when I'm walkin through the mall and

I get hot in the and right before I'm performin
I been on it a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
Don't be snorin, on point is important
Cause a coffin'll shortly after the white chalk and, yeah

Call me what you nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, me coke, call me uncut dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat,

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk the banger

Unit, who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Which gangsta want it? What? Which want it? What?
Which trapper want it? My house is

And I'm gone, the Feds bug me and wrap me
I'm the Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a

Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from the wolves is out
Horses, with a real-life vest on
I kick game like and Beckham, c'mon

I got hands, and crackhead fingertips, oh yeah
From up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds stand this shit

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya next
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk the banger