Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

Yeah, I told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop with me
I done told you the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You niggaz got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I

You lookin' at the black Warren so all critics can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For years, they had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof, death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look bread
I them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

I make 'em wait for you 'til in the mornin'
Put your on the side of your garment
Nigga stop with me
R I P

That's there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags me
Never when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right

man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap 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 thang
Y'all I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up hood nigga run it

Then lift up your hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all for you

Y'all niggaz is targets, garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in upper level
Valet a couple strays the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, nigga I makin' threats
Since I been in kindergarten
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?

Because one's four-five might yo' high
You ain't go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov
Through momma's momma's house
what the, where everybody live

Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth
Chew your up and put the shit back
In your mouth and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off
And sweep nigga, on, I'll be nigga what?