Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the one sing along
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a unusual I conducting
You looking at the black Warren 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 years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep bags with me
know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some shit right here!

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

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

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's four-five blow 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
you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you
That's