Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

You don't very many options
You can, get the program or you die
The

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

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

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

I'm on 'em, I'ma do, don't ask me
I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so in my hood can't stand me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 with the

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

And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the
BM got a new friend, finally got a facelift

Yeah, I treat like cars, I drove 'em out
keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a vest on
I kick game Pele and Beckham, c'mon

I got hands, and crackhead fingertips, oh yeah
From up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa
I'm a bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit

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

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