Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a pimp gets
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 like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you 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 fuckin' me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

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

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

You lookin' at the black Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
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 be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and rich so they strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

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

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

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

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

man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint 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 your car lift up your nigga run it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov
Through momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, everybody live

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