Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that in ya, take a little bit of life 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 one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a unusual I conducting
You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel
I'm young black and rich so they want to me naked, but
You never had me like Aguiler-why
But catch me the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever 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 them 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
Nigga stop fuckin me
R.I.P.

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
I keep trash bags with me
Never know you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some 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 Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it a thing
Y'all I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In your upper level, valet a strays
From the 38 special, nigga, God you

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

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo'
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a match made in heaven 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 a grin
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's