Luyện nghe bài hát Bright Lights, Big City

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

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

This is a dream of a
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 keep the in every truck 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 we done gripped up so we coming to get ya

And fuck the authorities
And hope the big boys don't 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 on 2nd, bust on 3rd
You know they move the weapons, get bucks off birds
It's like I'm playing Chicken with my
Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting
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 think you want it them niggas
'Cause hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my ain't 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 bought some V's and a pack in my garage

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

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

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

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting
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 think you want it with niggas
'Cause hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel the globe
All my homies and they get

We live life on reality and we 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 chips so the hate's getting thick
Watch the world my tint, smoking haze in the whip
Contemplate, maybe take a trip
Ocean Drive heavy glean in my chillin'

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

'Cause every time I I'm getting chained up
say what they want to search, tryna tame us
I think they mad we the turf and we dangerous
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 I'll need a cup
You good, can I get a squeeze?

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

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