Luyện nghe bài hát Bright Lights, Big City

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

You how we living it up
We all money
That's he like to say
Fuck it, it's my life

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

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

And fuck the local
And the big boys don't pick up my case
for these big toys and these chips, we get chased
Playing ball like the Orioles to get to 1st base

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

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

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

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

Now me what's the odds?
We the last crew standing now in charge
Yeah, 300 for the light
Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice

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

Range Roving, Big Truck
The chain frozen, big jewelry
girls say he's all semi cool
But you don't want to him 'cause he got a short fuse

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we figures
It's byrd gang, we 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 them
'Cause them hammers wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my homies and they get

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

Making some chips so the getting thick
the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip
Contemplate, take a little trip
Ocean Drive heavy glean in my chillin'

Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet
"Eu Seuy O Balling", but y'all
locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish
That's why I keep the Turnie's on the

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

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

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

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