Luyện nghe bài hát D - X - L

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

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

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

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to
(Uh-huh)
the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo,
I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school
No pussy 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 don't care, I play fair
Keep shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your
Small when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change I die
From or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the pound nigga
hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I 'em
To drag ate your food

Like I to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em
I don't brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he

Uh, uh, now you
Know what my means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
the science behind that son?
(I know)
A lot of easy

I bust shit down got down down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now
(What)
I never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

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

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

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

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