Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of 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 other one sing
Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' 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 catch me down the Westside, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof death to
You can't kill me, I live through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talking bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

That's right nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep bags with me
Never when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this sincere shit right 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 Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you
I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole like you got oil under it
Your boy got the y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In your upper level, a couple strays
From the 38 special, nigga, God you

Yeah I'm ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you you dealing with?
They call me Chris, nigga I making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You ain't go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match in heaven when 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 with a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
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