Luyện nghe bài hát T.O.S.

You don't have very options
You can, get the program or you die
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T.O.S., Terminate On
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
It's Hammertime, got nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, with the banger

I'm on SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won't get busy? Well nigga, I
Ain't to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I the strap out, I might go the mac route

your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to me
the .38, them stray shells flew past me

I'm on 'em, I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to yo' ass on the stand B
Sold to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't me

It's fuck 50, I stay in the
He love her, I fuck her, she's his mama
She a freak, she me the na-na
That try to front, I'll give him the llama, yeah

T.O.S., Terminate On
You see the muh'fuckers who get it
T.O.S., or daylight
Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., On Sight
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

Yeah, uh
Everythin was slow motion, but I think I got the
Cause now they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me smoke him
one one, four three-fours where I'm from, son

I don't a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that playin ball and
Meanin everybody me when I'm walkin through the mall and

I get hot in the mornin and before I'm performin
I been on it a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the chalk and, yeah

Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me
Call me crack, call me coke, call me dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin
Time's over for you niggaz, red on your throat, terminated

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., night or
Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next
T.O.S., On Sight
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

Unit, who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Which want it? What? Which rapper want it? What?
trapper want it? My house is haunted

And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the
BM got a new friend, they got a facelift

Yeah, I treat bitches cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life on
I kick like Pele and Beckham, c'mon

I got dopehead hands, and fingertips, oh yeah
From baggin up with my Bankhead, bitch
Every day is Christ', I live Santa bitch
I'm a bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, with the banger