Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that knife in ya, a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? 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 like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a musical I conducting
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they to strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the death to y'all
You can't kill me, I forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, you heard what I said

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

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

man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The on you
Lay out blueprint on you
We Rat niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood run it
Then lift up your whole hood you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the change all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please make me park it
In your upper level, valet a couple
From the 38 special, nigga, God you

Yeah I'm ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealing
They call me Chris, I been making 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, meaning 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 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 sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again
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