Luyện nghe bài hát Paisley Darts

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

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

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

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

Life's a B, Bentley and big
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit
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 and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic
The Cuban niggaz is the realest

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, aiyo, you ya boy stay fresher than 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 beyond

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

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

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

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

Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the we living
That's a given, like players love white women
White linen, a denim, that ass look 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, hold that, you the of the rap attack
So knick patty wack, this is how we do it black
Slap you with the almanac actual facts is sold as facts

We on our man shit 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 with the Murderland, too

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

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