Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

Holiday
Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck
If I gettin' proper respect
I care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, will

If it on your hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, of time

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of
Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(Uh-huh)
the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in
No pussy gettin' tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard

My too long, nowadays my flow too strong
y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I care, I don't play fair
Keep some in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to
I'm a true thug nigga, it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change I die
From rappin' or some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a that's crazy quick
A nice with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty
'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the
Streets help niggaz, niggaz help the streets
Y'all use for help, we help the beats

Who want it me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a three
Be in the hood with all your in the glove box
Same that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even glocks
(Uh)
Nice size you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the
For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard
Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol
Make niggaz from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no

Raised in the wrong era, no guidance
So you It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
To drag done ate food

Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I your skin up
Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well
I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

I shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin'
what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and cops
(They wanna Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need jails and extra cops
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ryde)
They gon' extra chains and extra watches
(They Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)