Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes
Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an in a bubble
I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is
(What)
You know I'm good with a 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 y'all think is
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in
No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play out in the yard, but that shit too hard

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

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

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

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

Bet you even felt the heat
I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the
Y'all use beats for help, we help the

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

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

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

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

Raised in the era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em
To done ate your food

Like I know to raise your dukes so your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your 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 you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy
(Uh-huh)
What the science that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about 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 done fucked up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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