Luyện nghe bài hát Paisley Darts

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

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

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

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

Life's a B, Bentley and big
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I booze
To big bar brawls, games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue

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

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

Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in
And fuck my shit up, and just lose
Paid a lot of paper to live
American gangster status, Big Brother, get in ya ear

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

Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on both
riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking to ya neck

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

for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four hundred in the couches, two hundred 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 fresher produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more cream than a toll
I grind daily, patriotic Tom Brady
I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is crazy

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

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

Fuck that, 'bout time we it back to the block
The force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, is hot
whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops

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

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

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

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

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

to get this money, right homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the piece
Link up with a fly dime, and a chrome piece
for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef