Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

Yo once a gets threats
That's right, that's the the that's, that's them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so
And I, nigga kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress drug money nigga

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

Put that in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the one sing along

Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't two lips
To blow this a trumpet you dumb shit
is a un-usual musical I conductin'

You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up
For years, they had me peein' out of a cup

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

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

I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look bread
I them boys at ya, I ain't 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
Never know you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some shit right here

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

I put the boy in the box like David
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was frontin', I Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your nigga run it

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

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

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

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 about me, see if you ain't

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin' no one try
No two, no three, no four, know

Because one's four-five blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
It's a match in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again, that's right

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

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

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