Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and

[styles
You heard it from the p, you know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a
You could nod your to this like it's only a rap
'cause when these bullets hit ass I'm like it's only a gat
I a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the
Holiday styles, bitch I most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, to the truth
Do it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start of the shit
When I ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better niggas
You think not, I'll at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and you his frame
it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm than y'all
If I the gun home, i'ma give you the sword
I'm the in the flesh, I can't give you the lord
It don't make no for you to pray for your life
I got my in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin hell
[j:]
[s:] and I care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
holiday
[s:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the
holiday
[s:] 'cause I it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a l

[styles
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the and gimme the stash
I like and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my clothes a in a row
on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's what the for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm
But I'm good ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, the cards
But jail part of the plans
I weight on the scale 'cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't mistakes
Double r now bitch you know i'ma ghost
up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke