Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All types of burners, even snub
(Uh)
size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
Jada responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

Creep the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my I let my shotty guard
Put chill 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 bastard rap
All I is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry '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 brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

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

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

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

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

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

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