Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of 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 sing
Now a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't two lips
To blow like a trumpet you dumb shit
is a unusual musical I conducting
You looking at the black Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, had me peeing out of a cup
Now they to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You never had me Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me down the Westside, like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your
The whole hood'll ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

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

Grown man I put on you
I dig a in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God you
I put the boy in the box David Blaine
Let the watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the bullets all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me 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 you dealing with?
They call me Chris, nigga I making threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, why?
Because one's four-five might yo' high
You gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
a match 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
That's