Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's 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 front of the store, to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put above ya neck, I love my set

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

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

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

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the in my eye?

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

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

Bet you never even felt the
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
use beats for help, we help the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it 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, even snub
(Uh)
Nice tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

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

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

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya beef? 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 niggaz for dinner but season 'em
I don't I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

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

I bust shit down got kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck 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 brick in hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause might get you rollin'
what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass
Talkin' reckless your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit
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 Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)

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