Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a gets threats
right, that's the the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug nigga

Yeah, I told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop with me
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop with me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you shit
This is a un-usual musical I

You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be,
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof, death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through bars

I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the
Put your smarts on the side of garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I trash bags with me
Never know when you dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit here

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They build The on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George the button
of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your hood like you got oil under it
boy got the goods, y'all don't want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets change all for you

Y'all is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in upper level
Valet a couple strays the 38 special, nigga
God you

I make 'em wait for you 'til in the mornin'
Put smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

Yeah I'm ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin'
Since I been in kindergarten
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know

Because one's four-five blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

I make 'em for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your
Nigga stop with me
R I P

Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll a Molotov cocktail
Through momma's momma's house
what the, where everybody live

Undercover nigga take your out your mouth nigga
your food up and put the shit back
In your mouth nigga and help you
Nigga I take a mop handle off
And sweep nigga, hold on, be nigga what?