Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, fuckin' with me
I done told you the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the one sing along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual I conductin'

You lookin' at the Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

Now 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and rich so wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I keep bags with me
Never know when you gotta a nigga out
This sin-surr, some sin-surr shit right here

Grown man I put on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up whole hood like you got oil under it
boy got the goods, y'all don't want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all for you

Y'all 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

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

Yeah I'm ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, nigga I makin' threats
Since I been in nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?

Because one's four-five blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three what?
I'll throw a Molotov cocktail
Through your momma's momma's
Nigga what the, where live

nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew food up and put the shit back
In your mouth nigga and help you
I take a mop handle off nigga
And nigga, hold on, I'll be nigga what?