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 know how to work they jaws
They skin 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 coach bags, they party like stars
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they 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 up like the mice in cheese

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

We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain,
From every bitch we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban link niggaz is the

Let my wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops,
We put it down, Columbian style, with three
Based on money, will 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 paper to live
gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear

You know time it is, crime it is, no matter what 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 crispy

Let me you how I G ride, Nina on both sides
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 black Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing
Pay respect, I'm a of Homicide 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 time I move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the

Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than
Timberland boots, collecting more cream than a toll booth
I grind daily, patriotic Tom Brady
I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz I write is beyond crazy

I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac
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 like bottle

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 is Theodore and everybody's excited

that, 'bout time we took 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 on the cops

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

Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the we living
That's a given, football 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 knack patty wack, this is how we do it
Slap you the almanac where actual facts is sold as facts

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

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

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