Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo a pimp gets threats
right, that's the the that's, that's threats them
And I'm about mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times fuckin' with me
I done you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I done you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives, 9th

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I

You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now they to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to
You kill me, I live forever through these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talkin' bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

I make 'em wait for you five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your
Nigga fuckin' with me
R I P

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I keep trash bags me
know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this sin-surr shit right here

man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint on you
We Rat niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you

I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thang
wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it

Then lift up your whole like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't nuttin' of it
Like, castor oil, I Troy you
Change your face or the change all that for you

Y'all is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in your level
Valet a couple strays from the 38 special,
God you

I make 'em for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, nigga I makin' threats
Since I been in nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, you dies
numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, why?

Because one's four-five might yo' high
You ain't go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a made in heaven when 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 kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, right

I make 'em wait for you five in the mornin'
Put smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga throw a Molotov cocktail
Through your momma's house
Nigga the, where everybody live

Undercover nigga take teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew food up and put the shit back
In your mouth nigga and you swallow
I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be nigga