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
wop Queens know how to work they jaws
They skin tone is coffee and milk, up
Ass as big as my wife, stomach ripped up

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

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

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

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

Let my wallet walk, to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, style, with three killas
Based on money, dummies die
It funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy

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

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

Let me show you how I G ride, on both sides
riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll ya something to regret
Throw that 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 element of Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the from Homicide Housing

Known for drug dealing, thousands
Four grand 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 know ya boy stay fresher than
Timberland snow boots, collecting more cream a toll booth
I grind daily, like 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 'cuz 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 block indicted, we island hopping
Globe trotting through the skies flying United
There's a party over here and everybody's
The headliners is Theodore and excited

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

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

Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we
That's a given, like football players love white
White linen, a denim, that ass look right in 'em
Shit, I'm 'em, cool as Kahlua's with 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 knack patty wack, is how we do it black
Slap you with the almanac where actual facts is as facts

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

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