Luyện nghe bài hát Bright Lights, Big City

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

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

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

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

And the local authorities
And hope the big boys pick up my case
'Cause for big toys and these chips, we get chased
Playing ball just like the to get to 1st base

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

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting
It's 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 think you it with them niggas
'Cause them hammers they wont to squeeze
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my homies diggin' cheese

Look the nightmares of a trap
With tees, Nike air's and my fast car
D.A tryna me in the charge
But I just 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 roll
Trying to let you motherfuckers see how my life go
The bright lights and this big
I'ma the nightlife until the pigs get me

Roving, Big Truck Series
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 come to ride out 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 they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my homies and they get

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 some so the hate's getting thick
Watch the world through my tint, smoking in the whip
Contemplate, take a little trip
Ocean Drive glean in my neck chillin'

Call up cabs, drinks out of 'Wet Willies'
"Eu O Balling", but y'all foolish
Getting locked up for crimes and ya ain't Jewish
why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer

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

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

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

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