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 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

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

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

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

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

I come to 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 slippin' good, can I get a

I think you want it with them niggas
them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel the globe
All my homies diggin' cheese

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

Now me rapping what's the
We the last crew standing diplomats now in
Yeah, 300 for the show
Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice

Another 10 grand to the dice roll
Trying to let you see this how my life go
The bright and this big city
I'ma live the until the pigs get me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 them
them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my homies diggin' cheese

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