Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' 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 tecs and I don't need two
To this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual I conductin'

You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you rilin' me up
For years, they had me peein' out of a cup

Now they to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and rich so wanna strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-y

But catch me the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof, death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever these bars

I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you to look like bread
I send them at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I

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

That's right there nigga, I'm wild
Nigga I keep bags with me
know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right

Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the
build 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 like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it a thang
Y'all I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Front of all you in car lift up your hood nigga 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, oil, I Castor Troy you
your face or the bullets change all that for you

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

I make 'em for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put smarts on the side 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 me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
Since I been in nigga
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

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

Because one's four-five might blow yo'
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
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I will you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right

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

Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll a Molotov cocktail
Through your momma's house
Nigga the, where everybody live

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