Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the 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
or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a
I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bet you never even the heat
Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease
Streets niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we the beats

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

All types of burners, snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice size you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the of a car
(Uh)
Jada responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the
For some of y'all rappers, that's hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty
Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs your snorkel
No parents, tale from my no morals

in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry '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 niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my name means when you it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it you weak
You hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of walkin'

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

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

It happens quick nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit
Let them cats that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life,

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

They need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' 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)