Luyện nghe bài hát Bright Lights, Big City

Yeah, turn it up in head phones
Ya know like shit sound like rock music
You know what I'm 'bout
Yea, my man Bruno just in

You how we living it up
We all gettin'
That's what he to say
Fuck it, my life nigga

is a dream of a hustler
I had the and the fiends was in love with us
We copped the gutta, not a team that fuck with us
And word to mother keep the thing in every with us

Now I was fronting like Rich was and of my bitches
Was going so hard, got of us sick thugs
And minor got some of us tripped up
But the guns we done gripped up so we to get ya

And the local authorities
And hope the big don't pick up my case
'Cause for big toys and these chips, we get chased
Playing ball just the Orioles to get to 1st base

But the on 2nd, bust on 3rd
You they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds
It's I'm playing Chicken with my life
Tryna get this paper moving for a price

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we figures
byrd gang, we doing it big
But we up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
You slippin' good, can I get a

I don't you want it with them niggas
'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my homies ain't cheese

Look the nightmares of a trap
With white tees, Nike air's and my car
D.A tryna wrap me in the
But I bought some V's and a pack in my garage

Now me rapping the odds?
We the last standing diplomats now in charge
Yeah, 300 for the light
Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice

Another 10 grand to watch the dice
to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go
The bright lights and big city
live the nightlife until the pigs get me

Range Roving, Big Truck
The chain frozen, big jewelry
White girls say he's all cool
But you want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse

I to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
It's byrd gang, we it big
But we towered up, get the I'll need a cup
You good, can I get a squeeze?

I don't you want it with them niggas
'Cause them hammers they hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel the globe
All my homies and get cheese

We live life on reality and we flip for a salary
You catch us at the light in the lavish V
But them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G

Making chips so the hate's getting thick
Watch the through my tint, smoking haze in the whip
Contemplate, maybe take a little
Ocean Drive heavy in my neck chillin'

up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'
"Eu Seuy O Balling", but y'all
Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's Jewish
That's why I keep the Turnie's on the

'Cause every time I turn I'm getting up
They say what want to search, tryna tame us
I think they mad we the turf and we dangerous
And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the

I come to ride out them niggas, baby, we getting figures
It's gang, we doing it big
But we towered up, get the I'll need a cup
You slippin' good, can I get a

I don't think you want it with niggas
'Cause them hammers they hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel 'cross the
All my homies diggin' cheese

I don't think you want it them niggas
'Cause them hammers they wont to squeeze
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my homies ain't diggin'