Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
If I ain't proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I spit in your grill
I don't a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

My niggaz sell crack, a package of dimes
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is
And I hate cops, most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

My too long, nowadays my flow too strong
What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I play fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't buck and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
Bounty hunt your whole crew till my go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy
A nice house five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a flip

Bet you never even felt the
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
help niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

Who it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, a wonderful three
Be in the hood all your jewels in the glove box
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even snub
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your
(Uh)
Find man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets Tylenol
Make drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot through your snorkel
No parents, tale my horror's no morals

Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em
I don't brag I let the tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you hear it in the
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you know that
(Uh-huh)
Well about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight
Let cats spit that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)

gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need jails and extra cops
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)