Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

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

Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I

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

Now they to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and so they wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

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

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 them boys at ya, I talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit here

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

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it a thang
Y'all I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your whole like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets all that for you

niggaz is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in your level
Valet a couple strays the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been threats
I been in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

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

one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know 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 ain't heard, got the that I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and 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 motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a cocktail
Through your momma's house
what the, where everybody live

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