Luyện nghe bài hát THRT (The End)

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

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

Put that knife in ya, a little bit of life from ya
Am I ya? Shall 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 it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I

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

Now they to free 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 Aguiler-y

But catch me down the Westside, drivin' Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to
You kill 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 startin' to look like bread
I send boys 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 smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin' me
R I P

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, I'm threatenin' ya
Who you you dealin' 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, you dies
Like numchuks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin' no one try
No two, no three, no four, know

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

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the that I'm
I'm so sin-surr?
I'm Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and you again, that's right

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

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

Undercover nigga take your teeth out mouth nigga
Chew your up and put the shit back
In your mouth nigga and help you
Nigga I take a mop handle off
And sweep nigga, hold on, be nigga what?