Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 times fucking with me
I told you niggas
9 albums, fucking with me
I done told you
The 9 on me, stop with me
You niggas got 9 lives
9th

Put that in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
is a unusual musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and rich so they want to me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof death to
You can't kill me, I live through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole want ya, you starting to look like bread
I them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash with me
Never know when you gotta a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit here!

Grown man I put on you
I dig a in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint on you
We Rat niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I Bush the button
of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In your level, valet a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you with?
call me Chris, nigga I been making threats
Since I been in nigga!
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because one's four-five might yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to 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
I'm so sincere?
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
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