Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? I continue?
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, you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I

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

Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and so they wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' 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 hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

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

man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your whole hood you got oil under it
boy got the goods, y'all don't want nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the change all that for you

Y'all is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Please make me park it in your upper level
a couple strays from the 38 special, nigga
God you

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

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

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

Because four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to 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 will kill you, suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

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

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