Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a pimp threats
That's right, the the that's, that's threats them
And I'm about mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money

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

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

Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a musical I conductin'

You lookin' at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

Now 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and so they wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

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

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

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

That's right there nigga, I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags me
know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right

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

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it

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

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

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm ya
Who you thank you dealin'
They call me Chris, nigga I been threats
Since I in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin' no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?

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

you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again, that's right

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a cocktail
Through your momma's house
Nigga what the, everybody live

Undercover take your teeth 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?