Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' 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 trumpet you shit
This is a musical 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 O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup

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

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

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

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

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

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a 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 your car up your hood nigga run it

lift up your whole hood 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 change all that for you

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

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

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

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

Because one's four-five might yo' high
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 ain't heard, got the word I'm
That I'm so
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll a Molotov cocktail
your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, everybody live

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