Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo a pimp gets threats
That's right, the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 times stop fucking me
I done told you
9 albums, stop with me
I done you niggas
The 9 on me, fucking with me
You niggas got 9 lives
9th

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
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 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you shit
This is a unusual I conducting
You looking at the Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me down the Westside, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the death to y'all
You can't me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, you heard what I said

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

That's right nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash with me
Never know when you dump a nigga out
This sincere, this sincere shit right here!

man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The on you
Lay out blueprint on you
We Rat niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood run it
Then lift up your hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods don't want nothing of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't me park it
In upper level, valet a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you with?
They me Chris, nigga I been making threats
Since I been in nigga!
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I 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 especially Joe Pesci with a
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's