Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck
If I gettin' proper respect
I don't if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never

If it ain't on your hip, then you're to die
I ain't to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, or later, matter of time

My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too

My dough too long, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I that for a song
my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, get me the chair

And it don't shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change I die
From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound
Bounty your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town where is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy

Bet you never even felt the
Till I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease
help niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

Who it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful
Be in the hood with all jewels in the glove box
Same niggas rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your
(Uh)
your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

through the streets
For of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this rap
All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no

Raised in the wrong era, with no
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I it speak
(What?)
You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick down down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep tight
Let them spit that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)

They gon' need extra and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)