Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It don't
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and

[styles
You heard it from the p, you oughta know the truth
I get you and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's a rap
'cause when these bullets hit your ass I'm it's only a gat
I need a to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, he got shot in the cross
styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the
When I squeeze ain't no the wrist
And leave the room when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better niggas
You think not, I'll at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the to call
eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I the gun home, i'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

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[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I make it to heaven for goin through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I
holiday
[s:] I use my left hand I'm loadin the shells
holiday
[s:] 'cause I it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a l

[styles
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, in the mask
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I like and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my clothes a in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and what the weaponry for
And I probably won't for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the
Gettin jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail ain't part of the
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went but don't gas him up
I get his and his width and get his casket cut
I deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double r now you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the