Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo once a pimp gets
right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug nigga

Yeah, I done you niggas
9 or 10 times stop fucking me
I told you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking me
I done told you
The 9 on me, stop fucking me
You niggas got 9 lives
9th

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I
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 tecs and I need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof death to
You can't kill me, I live forever these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look like
I send them at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

I make 'em for you 'til 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
I keep trash bags with me
Never when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit here!

Grown man I put on you
I dig a hole in the desert, build The Sands on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood run it
Then up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Troy you
Change your face or the bullets all that for you
Y'all is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please make me park it
In upper level, valet a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, I'm threatening ya!
Who you you dealing with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been threats
Since I been in nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a match made in heaven I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
That's