Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

L o x
It don't
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 raped and 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 need a to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got in the cross
Holiday styles, bitch I broke of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the p his whis
I'm an ignorant and nigga
I sell crack, guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at 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 comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger y'all
If I left the gun home, i'ma you the sword
I'm the in the flesh, I can't give you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for wife

jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh,
[styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for through hell
[j:]
[s:] and I care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
holiday
[s:] I use my hand 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, rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and him my last
It's a dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the
Tell niggas show me the money and the stash
I like and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact 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 the old timers, stashin the cards
But ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cause I I get further with grams
In my few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the and fakes
But I deal with the and wakes, I don't make mistakes
r now bitch you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke