Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a gets threats
That's right, that's the the that's, threats 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 money nigga

Yeah, I told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' 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, a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you shit
This is a musical I conductin'

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

Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and rich so they strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through bars

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

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

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep bags with me
Never know when you gotta a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right

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

I put the boy in the box like David
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 up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, don't want nuttin' of it
Like, oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you

Y'all niggaz is targets, y'all for bullets
Please make me park it in your upper level
a couple strays from the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

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

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin' no one try
No two, no three, no four, know

Because one's might 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 with a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three what?
Nigga throw a Molotov cocktail
Through momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, where everybody

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