Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the
If I ain't gettin' respect
I don't care if you rap, I still in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never

If it on your hip, then you're lookin' to die
I tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of

My niggaz sell crack, a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no is left
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play out in the yard, but that shit too hard

My dough too long, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair
some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew till my go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's quick
A nice house with rooms, maybe six
A town money is coming, eighty bricks
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

Who want it with me? Who want it with Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the hood with all jewels in the glove box
niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, snub glocks
(Uh)
size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

through the streets
For some of rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs your snorkel
No parents, from my horror's no morals

Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate your

Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you hear it in the
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
With what you ain't ready to
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep tight
Let them cats spit that weak
(What)
I'm dog for life,

They gon' extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra guns and blocks
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)