Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

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

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

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

Now they 'bout to me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young and rich so they wanna 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
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to
You can't kill me, I live forever through these

I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

I make 'em wait for you 'til 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
I keep trash bags with me
Never know you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit here

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

I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thang
Y'all I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood run it

Then lift up whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets change all 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 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the of your garment
Nigga stop with me
R I P

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm ya
Who you thank you dealin'
They call me Chris, nigga I makin' threats
Since I in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?

one's four-five might blow yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven I 'splay 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 with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three what?
Nigga I'll throw a cocktail
your momma's momma's house
Nigga the, where everybody live

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