Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

My sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use for help, we help the beats

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

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

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

And take casket naps, that you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

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

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the behind that 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 stuck up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand 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 ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I shit tight
Let them cats spit weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

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