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 about mine, I'm so
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug nigga

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be,
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so want to strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the death to y'all
You kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you what I said

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the
Put your smarts on the of your garment
stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.

That's right there nigga, I'm wild
I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you dump a nigga out
sincere, this some sincere shit right here!

Grown man I put on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The 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 ain't a
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want of it
Like, Castor oil, I Troy you
your face or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all niggas is
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't me park it
In your upper level, a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm ya!
Who you thank you dealing
They call me Chris, nigga I making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

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