Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a 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 one sing along

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

You lookin' at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For years, they had me peein' out of a cup

Now they to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like 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 me, I live forever through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like
I them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you 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 trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a out
sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right here

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 Sinatra shot ya God you

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

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

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

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you with?
They me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
Since I been in kindergarten
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

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

Because one's four-five blow yo' high
You gotta 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

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

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three what?
Nigga throw a Molotov cocktail
your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, where live

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