Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing

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

You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For three years, had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' 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 wolves on ya, I put a price on head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

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

That's right nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash with me
Never when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr right here

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
They The Sands on you, lay out blueprint 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 David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood run it

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

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

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

Yeah I'm ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin'
Since I in kindergarten nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't

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

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

Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Whattup? I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a cocktail
Through momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, where live

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