Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo once a pimp gets
That's right, that's the, the that's, that's them
And I'm serious mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll ya up
Put ya inside the like drug money nigga

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from ya
Am I frightening ya? I continue?
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 technique 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 Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only 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 feel
I'm young black and so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The hood'll want ya, you starting to look like bread
I send boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

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

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

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

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

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like 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 might blow yo' high
You ain't go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's