Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a pimp gets
That's right, the the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya the mattress like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times fuckin' with me
I done you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put that in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual I conductin'

You lookin' at the Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-y

But catch me the Westside, drivin' 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 through bars

I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, you heard what I said

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

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I trash bags with me
Never know when you dump a nigga out
sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right here

Grown man I put on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you

I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change your face or the change all that for you

Y'all is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in your upper
Valet a couple from the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
call me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
Since I in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' 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 made in heaven when I the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

I make 'em wait for you five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

Whattup? Motherfucker I three motherfuckers what?
Nigga throw a Molotov cocktail
Through your momma's house
Nigga what the, everybody live

Undercover take your teeth out your mouth nigga
your food up and put the shit back
In your nigga and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off
And nigga, hold on, I'll be nigga what?