Luyện nghe bài hát Glamour Life

Glamour life baby, bottle the rocks
the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo
Platinum status, yeah, up, what up?
around

Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour my man Tony Montana
and pose in front of cameras
With my golden silk pajamas on Havanas, drinking Don P
Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the

Counting my G's, I'm out to be a
in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Oh yeah, Cuban Link is getting Benjamin's
'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it make sense

I represent, I'm in to be the of New York
Went from living in tenements to up in house
I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war Al Pacino
De Niro know not to gamble in my casino

Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners mobsters
I got shit locked Prospect Ave. to the tropics
Sitting on top of the world the sun
A living from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun

It's the glamour life, up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the life

off from the infinity
Dump the body an' the shottie the lake, leaving no identity
Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make on my rivalries
All eyes I be, on the for loot

Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the
Sipping alimoca, playing poker with chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to Pun
(Get the gun)
Since [unverified] become the one for a lump sum of G's

Dirty rats pack gats for cheese of breeze at light speed
Taking pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
Indeed, we let him for 50 G's
Ship his body to the states, with 50 keys

Please, no remorse for two face
Inside a symbol, my life throughout the suitcase
You about to who's place? Not Seis
Your body'll be laced, and left without a

The glamour life, the life, yo
It's the glamour life, blow up the and the wife
Players who ain't half as swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and
And get ready for the glamour

Yo, it's the Don Cartagena
The leader, Terror Squad
Leave family crying for you like Argentina, Mira
Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is

Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you some shit
My equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
Hollow tips an', cop killers the [unverified]
Accounts in for rainy days

Nigga I'm staying paid, a joke
Always broke with your ways
Anyway, to the subject, in the bub-Lex
In the back seat, rough sex

I love this glamorous I live, having the ice and shit
twice, I give Christ your kids
I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires
I blaze an L and seek a learning
Kaiser's learnin' everything
We could de friend for years, cross me that's theivity

It's the glamour life, up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, the dope and rice
And get ready for the life

Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party till the 40's in
I'll like the run the Orient
Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his went
Dicks the fallopian, wide as auditorium

She for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
500 Benz, 500 friends Cambodian
8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of for sodium
Money, money, sweet as the of magnolia

It's get you down, but you spitting image of
Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of
Plus I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Courtland, slingin'

Singing how he trying to get cash for
cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
Currency's gonna murder me, it's never
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I the stuff
Calling Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us

My life, my
It's the glamour life, blow up the and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the and rice
And get for the glamour life

The glamour life, play precise, is tight
I'm out to settle the score, do it right
for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight
Yo pass the lah, pass the light

The glamour life, this life I is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to
I to live in the gutter, me and my mother
Now she's fifty years old, a hummer

The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and
Minimize, send to Christ in the after life
the mic down the line, let them hear it
Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy

life, the glamour life, the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour
Glamour life, glamour life, life
Cock the hammer, in this life, bitch