Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It stop
It goin, and goin, and goin, and goin

[styles
You heard it from the p, you oughta know the truth
I get you kidnapped and and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's a rap
'cause when these bullets hit your ass I'm like it's a gat
I a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday styles, I broke most of the laws
Fuck the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You about the trouble, I start most of the shit
I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the p his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative
I sell crack, guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his
So I can run up on him, him up and give you his frame
When it to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I give you the lord
It don't no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta for your wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta it to heaven for goin through hell
holiday
[s:] and I don't care if I sell, know what I sell
holiday
[s:] I use my left when I'm loadin the shells
[j:]
[s:] 'cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm a l

[styles
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a million bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like '88, I live in the past
You know the p the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of
of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's the weaponry for
And I probably blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good ten million in the back of the car
that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the
But jail ain't part of the
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his cut
I don't deal with the snakes and
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I make mistakes
r now bitch you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and up the smoke