Luyện nghe bài hát Paisley Darts

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo

Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three
Head wop Queens know how to work jaws
They skin tone is coffee and milk, up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, ripped up

Spitting in they mouth, cold Moet
Captain Morgan, flicks, posing, holding my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party rock stars
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the bars

And me, gunslinger, clips, D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new
I'ma finish ya, go in brother Mr. Cee
You could me fucked up like the mice in cheese

Life's a B, and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit
Karate, black belt and I bring
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls

We the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency and move it rain, pour
From bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban link is the realest

Let my walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Columbian style, with killas
on money, dummies will die
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya

cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
And fuck my up, and I'ma just lose
Paid a lot of to live here
American status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear

You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter rhyme it is
We gon' fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits
on a general's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, all of that's jewelry

Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on both
Nobody riding but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, give ya something to regret
Throw mothafucking semi to ya neck

Throw the black Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, more, nothing less
Pay respect, I'm a of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the from Homicide Housing

for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two grand on the houses
At any I could move up out this
And go and cop shit up in the mountains

Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay than produce
Timberland snow boots, more cream than a toll booth
I grind daily, like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb, baby, what I write is beyond crazy

I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac
Call me Arab Diesel 'cuz I'm a bomber
Roger that, my ain't got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like caps

you on the block getting indicted, we island hopping
Globe trotting through the skies flying United
a party over here and everybody's invited
The headliners is and everybody's excited

Fuck that, 'bout we took it back to the block
The task coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we on the cops

It's dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun too
'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many could fit up in Rick's shoes

Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the we living
a given, like football players love white women
White linen, a tight denim, ass look right in 'em
Shit, I'm 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit

Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, I pass the mic to Cap, nah, I pass it
Never, son, hold that, you the of the rap attack
So knack patty wack, this is how we do it black
Slap you with the almanac where actual is sold as facts

We on our grown man like Quincy Jones
Traveling across the world we smoking the bone
We all here grinding, y'all niggaz know we do
We get it in the Murderland, Chi-town too

Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New tool
Right back at you, me and my dude Toney
We'll fuck with fake contracts and that's phony

Trying to get money, right homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, the dome piece
up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef